Pradip was supposed to reach Hyderabad today. He must have reached by now. A flight from Delhi is not supposed to take more than two hours, three at the max. Then what is keeping him from calling me? He should have reached well over two hours by now…mused Aradhana. Pradip was gone on an official trip with strict instructions for her not to call him suddenly. He would take time out and call...

As the love month draws to a close, I finally mustered my courage to write a post on something so intimate and personal, that is, something that matters much to my heart. Contrary to many beliefs, most of my love stories were dedicated to Him whom I met before Sam. Ours was a story of a lifetime... Yesterday, upon waking up, the very first words that came out of my mouth was, "The pain is...

‘Hari Om…. Hari Om!’ chanted the sadhu seated in the opposite berth of the train. Rimi was a little apprehensive of their overnight journey, when she saw that they were supposed to share the train compartment with two sadhus and an attendant of theirs. Although they were supposed to be men of God, Rimi has always been scared and apprehensive of them. This was, by far, the closest she had gotten...

Love for our parents, siblings, and our relatives is a different kind of love. It's a shared love, a common love, when trust comes naturally. It's an expected love, we grow up just knowing they love us. It's a simple easy love. There is nothing like the love of family. Even when the world turns against you, your family will be there. Then we grow up and learn a totally different kind of...

What will Neeraj gift me today? Will he at all remember about today? Will he propose to me? Shall I agree and jump with joy? These and questions like these stormed through Meera’s mind from the moment she checked the calendar and it showed 14th February. It was the day of love or Valentine’s Day. Neeraj and Meera had become synonymous to each other, they were always together, be it in office...

When you were sad, life was an unwelcome intrusion. Sun rays couldn’t dispel the clouds of gloom. Rain couldn’t wash away the grime of sorrow, from my hurting heart’s window pane. The birds didn’t sing or they chirped off tune. The flowers wilted away, they forgot to bloom. Nature mourned with me, Universe also cried, Rainbows hid in the dark caverns of grey skies. When you were...

How about talking about love without bringing the lovebirds in the park into your hawking view finder? Lonesome winsome hearts don’t look forlorn at their long lingering shadows, because someone in the past had said- “yuck, ugly duck! Who the hell gonna dance with you- Ya wish me Valentine? Ya gotta wish your mama valentine! Haa haa haa!” Well she was right! Love is not a parcel to be delivered...