Ajj akhir kar baith hi gyi vo uske bagal me. Sharmili hindi jane bechain si handsome hunk english ko dekhti rahi. Logo ke beech mashgool, mashoor ese banne ki kosis krta mano jeewan ki paribhasa ho. Yeah dekh bechari mayush ho gyi. Poochne lagi apne bagal me baithe mook maths se. "Dekho toh, kya cheez … Continue reading Hindi ki bechaini
Vedhai woke up due to loud honking of train horn. She opened her sleep ridden eyes facing towards coastal view, train was passing over the ridge which separates water on both sides, in distance coconut trees danced in the monotonous beats of morning wind. Everything was looking exactly same what it was 5 years back. … Continue reading Unusual Lovers
Ginger had always been a quiet child, on night of birth on 30 june, he born he bumped out of mother like red pumpkin so big so round, weighing over 4.5kg. He cried so much that doctors and astrologers announced that he is going to be a chaterbox. By the time he grew up he … Continue reading octupus uniform
Its already a week late, by now gulmohar would have been in full bloom but it is still regaining its shattered leaves of last winter. Jungle babbler dances, from one branch to another with their weird facial expression. It still has that swing which was hung by your dad for you. You once fell from … Continue reading Moma’s Plea
Under the sun burn sky I am walking on highway with my eyes staring on occasionally passing vehicles. In ears Ozzy Osbourne is igniting dead alcohol. Atmosphere was stinky and my body is in sweat. 10th rejection letter lays in my hands, flurring with wind. It has become like my life, deformed, unshaped, crumpled and … Continue reading Moma I m coming home.
Writing this from mental hospital ward. No I m not mad. Jus under psychiatrist supervision. This not going to be an ordinary depression story. This story goes back to 20 years ago. not going to start with my name or place. If i tell , you will start imagining my religion and this place history. Stop … Continue reading A day in history
With petrichor in atmosphere. Its a sign rain has arrived. For what she had been waiting for 6 months. But instead of dancing to the beats of rain drop with his hairs falling and head swriling left and fight. She is sitting under the lamp post of 4 st. Dressed in red veil watching the … Continue reading Daughter’s hesitant