It was a beautiful summer day; the mango trees were laden with fruit and large white clouds loomed in the azure sky. But in Meira’s home the sun did not shine that day. Her father who had gone to sleep the night before, promising to … Continue reading Messages to Meira
Driven by busyness
There has been a lot happening in the last few days. I have been actively involved in doing various things and in the conventional sense this would be termed as ‘me being busy’. I quite shy away from using that word or saying that term, … Continue reading Driven by busyness
For One Last time
What would you do if you knew you were visiting a place you have visited many times before, for the last time? A place you have loved since the first time you laid eyes on it. A placed filled with happy memories. A place that … Continue reading For One Last time
A week of new
“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.” – Gustave Flaubert. Going to a new place does that, it opens up a new world, introduces something unexplored. Faces and places are powerful. They hold in them a power to shift the way … Continue reading A week of new
An Impossible Adventure
Mr Ray was just finishing his evening cup of tea at the balcony of his hotel room when he saw the most amazing lightning strike the sky. This was followed a few minutes later by a very loud thunder. A strong wind had started blowing and … Continue reading An Impossible Adventure
Hello!!! from ET
When Neeva pushed open the large French windows and stepped out to the open terrace adjoining her room, she could feel a light drizzle. The rainstorm from the night before had passed and the sun was just about peeking out from behind the tall structure … Continue reading Hello!!! from ET
Geriatric Plympics
It had been over a year since Mukul had taken over as the head of the Palm Grove residency. The place lived up to its name, beautiful low rise homes nestled among tall coconut palms and surrounded by green hills. It was located in a … Continue reading Geriatric Plympics
The Family tree
Right next to the gate of the large house at the end of the quiet tree-lined street was the house of the Sharmas. The house overlooked a small shallow lake which was not easily accessible by road and so it was like living in nature … Continue reading The Family tree
Everest calling
Bittu was a young sixty-four. He had made grand plans for celebrating his sixty-five years on our rock with a party in style. He was going to do the one thing he had wanted to do ever since he was a young boy growing up … Continue reading Everest calling
Diya’s memory book
Diya read through eyes filled with tears. Her dear friend had published a flawless post about his childhood in beautiful Binsar. He wrote of his mother, a woman whose love was as deep and as wide as the valleys. She had passed away when he … Continue reading Diya’s memory book
Eclectic inspirations 