Moment

she wished she could freeze this moment right here

and lock it in an hourglass

and turn it around and round again

and when the dizziness would stop, she'd finally pause...

only to be able to stare at it, threaten for it to never leave

it gives her comfort, solace this phase

a memoir to carry along to a parallel universe....

but somewhere, along the way, it doesn't feel enough

there's a void, an unexplained melancholy, a chaos in their minds

it doesn't fit its place in my life, he says

'midst bouts of unrequited love and insecurities

guess she'd just have to find someone else, who'd let her memories be.....

my momma always said.....

Reminiscing on an old thought my mum thought us when we were little ( & she continues to repeat it even now :)

Life is never froth & bubble, all things stand alone..
kindness is another's trouble, courage is your own! !

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Word Smitten

He watched her walk away to the farthest corner of the room,

I wish to have a conversation...

..... an exchange of words would be nice for a change, he said

she struggled to weave her thoughts together, faking to build a witty mix of honesty & satire

he stole a glance at her bemused face, feeling pangs of instinctive amour,

walking to her corner, reaching for her hand, entwined fingers


she hesitated, tugging a little before giving in,

curtains casted dancing shadows in twinkly lights

he is everything I could ever wish for. or get, she thought

words hung heavy in the strayed air, as the night sunk in quietness and despair

she looked into his weary eyes, a decade of blissful togetherness stared right back

it was the best conversation they had in many years....

Un certain Sourire (A certain smile)

You're in a tight embrace, lips locked in sweet seduction. You nudge her onto the bed and in that one second, she looks up at you and she smiles.

It could turn into a laugh. a feminist this one. carefree, lustful. cherishing the few moments of desire, not too worried about the snuggle or the talk after. unabashed,  a woman confident in her own skin, it's just about her and probably that's all there will be...

It could be a shy curve of the lips, a mystifying smile this one. She'll stare deep into your eyes and hope to see the love reflect, the love for which she gave her heart away.

It may well be a Cheshire cat grin. a naughty smirk at that. reading your thoughts, knowing what you've planned out, counting the minutes, playing along. true care fueled by deep passion, teasing lightly. like she knows well where to lead it to or lead you into finding it out.

Or it could be the restrained giggle. a joyful chuckle camouflaged. layers of pain, of betrayal and agony. she likes you but will hold her back. a stolen kiss. a concupiscent embrace. she holds you to belief that it's all she's got to give, but there's more. She reads the honesty in you and laughs in joy. She recognizes pretension and laughs in relief. she laughs in comfort, in surprise, in remorse. 

Short Story in 140.... Twitter style!

Posted on twitter last nite as sleep evaded me!


You remember how I was complaining a while back that thanks to my incessant tweeting, I sometimes have not too much left to blog about . Here's another fine example of it. Term it pure laziness or creativity with 140, have got in tweeting short stories instead of blogging long ones. Here are a few - (I'll keep updating as I go, so please keep coming back) Love.


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She sat on the shore,sky-gazing, musing if anyone was looking down at her! Meanwhile waves caressed her ankles, vying for her attention..


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He had a bad day at work. Tempted to grab drinks with the boys. Instead went home, saw a twinkle in her eyes. His light in the dark tunnel.


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'you ok?' He asked seeing her sad face. 'Im fine' she said. He smiled & walked away. She sighed, her heart aching for her girlfriends.


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She lounged in the moonlight, fingers tapping BB lazily, novel swayed in the breeze, wine stared enticingly, her Saturday romance continued.


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Short Story - Do I know you?

Having written my last much-loved fictional story months back, trying my hand at little short ones. Like someone told me, they're mystique, intriguing, leave much to interpretation & desire. :D hope you like it!

They met months after their break-up. When she saw him from across the cash counter, thoughts rushed back - of good times, of not so-good fights and a harsher break-up. In retrospect it all seemed a little immature to her now. It seemed like just yesterday when they were contemplating marriage. She remembered it all well, the smile, the confident gait, the cheating, the other woman. Her heart skipped a beat as he walked towards her, she agonized, wanting to tell him she missed him, that maybe they could try and work it out, that maybe she did over-react a bit, that mistakes happen, that she was willing to forgo and start afresh....

'You look good', he said flashing the disarming dimples. She smiled.

'I've met someone, but maybe we should get together tonight just for old times sake's', he continued.

She took a deep breadth, closed her eyes to hide her tears. She held onto her pride, smiled and said,

"I'm Sorry Sir, but do I know you?"

He proposes, She disposes.

"Fineee! Have it your way!! she cursed - the washing machine, the universe but more so Amey. She was hopeless with technology & knew it too well. But when Amey resorted to sarcasm about her tech-ways, the feminist in Nisha stood up to the challenge. But that was 1hr earlier & now all she wanted was to pour the soap water on his head, while he stood behind her & snickered.

When Nisha joined Rising Media, her colleague Amey, had come across as an arrogant, self indulgent, obsessed, snob. A year later, her views about him had unsurprisingly remained unchanged. What added to her ferocity was watching him flirt endlessly with every fair specie in the vicinity. 

At 5'7" Nisha was a picture straight out of cosmo. Flawless skin, hazel eyes coupled with subtleness complimented Amey's boyish charm & unmatched wit. According to anyone who saw them together they were a poster couple, but Amey's flamboyance, eager, over the top persona was in complete contrast to Nisha's - grounded, composed nature.

"Can i help you with that?" he asked watching her battle with the scanner her first week at work. She refused curtly. He stood & gaped till 15 mins later, she put the power on. He smirked, as the papers fell out in order.

"Let me get that for you!", he offered when he saw her juggling the files on her way out the door.."No!" she exclaimed..Crashh!! the files scattered all over.

"Let me do it." he hinted, while she toiled on opening the car door that had jammed. "Thanks, ill manage", came her reply.."turn the key a lil harder", he prompted..After a 10 min wrestle, the door yanked open. he sighed and walked away.

And thus began the routine, time & again. He offered, she refused. just like that.

Today, multiple instances & 2yrs later, Amey eyed his wife admirably. He wanted to help her, but her strong spirit was the reason he had fallen in love with her in the first place. His heart leapt, as he saw a glow of pride on her face at her small feat. He would lend a hand someday but not as yet. For now, he would stand behind protectively, as always.

Nisha glanced at her husband from the corner of her eye, and knew her lil struggle was worthwhile when she saw the ardor in his eyes. She would have loved to have Amey bail her out..but not as yet. For now, their routine would just be this way.


He would offer, she would refuse.

Life, Love and a dollop of Faith...!

She woke up with a start; heard confused noises in her head. Reached for the bedside clock. 5:01 am, the red digits stared back at her. S***! another hr before the alarm goes off. Maya, 25-yrs, the epitome of the independent urban woman, whose life encircled around her family and her job but most importantly Abhay.


They had been together for 2yrs but it felt like a new start everyday. Maya loved the surprises, the little notes left in the most unexpected places around the flat, the bouquet in the middle of a random day, the sms before she was to step into a meeting and the congratulations call almost immediately after she stepped out. & Abhay... well Abhay just loved Maya.


The floor felt cold against her bare feet. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Pale, lines showing obvious signs of stress. The past months had been rough, events had transpired had shattered her. She reached out for the book on the coffee table and pulled out a single sheet. She didnt flinch upon reading it - she knew the contents by heart. 


"I miss u my darling... our fights, our laughs, our talks, our dates, .. i miss u coz without u there is no US.. & i miss "US"!" A lump formed in her throat. The writing was recognizable but the words were blur. Blurred from tears - not hers, but the man who had written it. Abhay had penned the note the day they had fought, their first and last big fight..they did argue after that, but made up promptly & more passionately.
The alarm shrieked. 6:00am. She got up and worked through her routine. packed a quick lunch, made way to the bus-stop. The conductor smiled warmly as he gave her the ticket. After-all she had been his regular for the past 3 months. She got off as the bus halted outside the hospital. She walked slowly, never having the ability to face what she dreaded hearing everyday. Abhay had been in an accident. He had slipped into coma 3 months back. No-one knew if he would ever make it. No-one ever dared to tell Maya either.


Something didn't feel apt today. The normally silent room was buzzing with activity. She froze at the door. The doctor was by the bedside checking his pulse. Maya turned away not wanting to confront reality. A light tap on her shoulder jolted her. She turned to face the doctor. She searched his face for clues but he just took her hand and led her inside. Tears rolled down her face, her heart burned, and her head throbbed with the exhaustion. She reached the bedside before her legs gave away. 


Abhay lay there listless, a weak smile on his lips. Maya sank into a chair in a state of trance. She took his hand in hers & whimpered, "You're back.." Abhay looked at her, twinkle in his eyes and whispered softly, "I had to my darling... I missed "US"".