I m going to the cinema, Shyam announced to his classmates. He rushed to the teacher, ”mam can I go home”? No, the teacher yelled,” go back to seat”. shyam went quietly to his seat. his friends laughed from behind. he rosed up and went again,”mam can I go”? mam asked putting her horn-rimmed spec … Continue reading dad’s dilemma
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
“You filthy kid. Come back. Dare you go and play with those stinky puppies, i will throw you out of house with them.” Well i grew up like this. With my mom saying this every time she finds me playing with street pups. Some day she would run with stick in hand scolding and yelling. … Continue reading lover
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.