Dear Husband, I would be gone by the time you get this letter. I know you would be shattered, not because I am gone but because I dared to do something without your permission that maligns your ‘carefully built’ image.
The prompt for today is : Feature a day in your life or someone else's life. I feature the life of Lubna, a Syrian refugee woman living in a camp in the outskirts of Beirut, Lebanon
Professor Lubrik was sitting in his laboratory; his eyes were fixed on the map of Xangia, the new planet in Sunflower galaxy. The map had unique nomenclature.
Trina didn’t feel like coming to work today. It was her birthday and she wanted to do something fun. Last night, before leaving she had a terrible fight with store manager Rohan. She was almost in tears. Rohan has this habit of unnecessarily screaming at her even if it is not her fault. Trina literally … Continue reading Flowers in the Storeroom
Every day, she came to my cafe exactly at 4pm. She had a petite frame and stooped while walking. She used to slowly walk towards the blue chair, pull it out, hang her umbrella from the backrest, sit down carefully and then open a book, usually the same book. I knew her food preference, cafe … Continue reading Old Lady and the Blue Chair
‘Why did you ask me to come here?’ asked Trina. ‘I love solitude’ replied Himu in his usual calm tone. ‘This place is secluded and dangerous, can we go somewhere else?’ said Trina. She seemed visibly irritated. ‘What are you scared of? This place or me?’ asked Himu, his gaze ripping apart Trina. ‘It is … Continue reading Love, love me do
Ellen saw ‘unarmed’ Lochinvar alighting from his horse, through the window. She knew he had come to ask for her hand. Her father hated Lochinvar. Tonight, she would have to choose between her father and Lochinvar. Lochinvar entered the Netherby hall. Ellen’s father stood up, with his hand gripping his sword. Lochinvar boldly looked into … Continue reading Lochinvar and Ellen
My mom always got scared whenever I stood at the edge of the terrace wall. I often did this to tease her. I loved to see her scared and worried. She always said she would die because of me. My irresponsible antics will lead to her death. After I shifted to America, with my neighbours, … Continue reading Let Me Fall
Close to the city of Paithan, in a small village called Sauviragram, which lay along the banks of the great river Godavari, lived a woman named Ila. Being cotton farmers, her family was well to do, but not among the richest in their area. It was the cotton season, and cotton had to be picked … Continue reading Ila of Pratishthanapur