The Blue Umbrella
She always carried a blue umbrella. It was a lovely shade of memorable blue resembling the clear sky… Clad in black purdah from top to bottom, revealing o...
Category: Stories
Playing with Time
It was a fine summer evening. We had just came back home from the park. The little one was so hungry that I had to give in to her demand for cream biscuits. She...
Painted Dreams
The jar of paints and brushes were strewn all around. She had come to wake her son. He had skipped the breakfast and the lunch. Yesterday’s dinner plate o...
The other side
It was a daily routine for her. The breakfast, preparing children to school, then the lunch and laundry. Her time was allotted for the small things which had no...
Threading the Needle
They had to get this working. Her family was waiting for the damn certificate. Though she was under their pressure, she knew its for her own good. She took some...
The Letter
He was watching me from the same spot for past several weeks now. My heartbeat always rose when I cross him everyday. I was walking through my usual pathway to ...