"I don't like red roses," she replied with a smirk. Anish felt like an idiot with a bouquet of roses in his hands and a ring in his pocket while the woman he intended to propose was half-twirling with her left toe raised and heel firmly digging the ground. The smirk and amusement was still … Continue reading Red Roses for Proposal #ShortStory
The other day, my son asked me 'Ma, where did you meet Baba? why did you marry him? Both of you are so different.' It is true we are different because while I am a woman, he is a man. There are more differences than similarities yet we are married for a dozen years. The … Continue reading How I Met Your Father- #20DayChallenge
When I looked out of my window, the ugly patchwork of brown plaster stared back at me. Renovation is going on in the opposite building. Just like an old fractured person who walks with a walker, the walker surrounding and supporting it from three sides, the opposite building is also surrounded and supported by bamboo … Continue reading Look Outside Your Window
Trina first saw him on the day of Holi. Most kids in their society were playing Holi in the ground below, but he was sitting alone on his fourth floor balcony, watching others. He seemed like a shy and reticent boy. He had shifted to her society only a few weeks back and Trina had … Continue reading Love and Riot
Amreen was unimpressed with the house the broker showed. The entrance was narrow and the bedroom window was accessible from the alley. She said to the broker ‘I don’t like this one. Show me some more houses.’ The broker said ‘This is the best house Madaam.’ Just then, Amreen saw Afroz coming down the alley. … Continue reading The Alley House
The vermilion orange hue of the sky reminded Trina of her mother. Ma used to say that the sky turns orange when Goddess Durga gets angry with her husband Shiva and throws away her vermilion box, scattering vermilion powder all over the sky. Inquisitive Trina used to ask ‘Why does Durga get angry?’ Ma … Continue reading Vermilion Orange
In the middle of the night Himu said to Trina, “Let’s go and walk on the beach.” Trina was quite surprised because both of them were drunk and walking on an unknown beach in the middle of the night was not safe. But Himu insisted, “Don’t worry, let’s go, nothing will happen.” He had some … Continue reading Sea, Lighthouse and Wordless Conversation #flashfiction #shortstory #love
Peter Cat, Park Street 2006 It was the month of July. Trina remembers the month because their first date coincided with his birthday. Not that they went on a date on his birthday itself but somewhere around his birthday. During the winter months Trina had started to chat online with a person whose chat id … Continue reading Chatroom to Chello Kebab #shortstory #Lovestory
