Hush Little Baby Don’t Say A Word

Hush Little Baby Don’t Say A Word

They won’t understand, nobody will understand. They’ll talk about people who remain childless after years of trying. They’ll call me ungrateful. What sort of mother is unhappy despite having a beautiful, healthy baby? I know all that and God knows...
Dear Miss Jameson

Dear Miss Jameson

1 Jan 20__ Bangalore. Dear Miss Jameson, Happy New Year! May all your wishes come true this year. I am writing from Bangalore. I am staying in a big hospital because I am not well. I came in December because my stomach was paining so much and one day I fell down and...
Of Fireworks and Rabbit holes

Of Fireworks and Rabbit holes

It’s the night of Diwali. The smell of firecrackers permeates the air, taking me back, like it always does, to some memories from my childhood. Rather, it takes me back to the thread that weaves in and out through every memory I have of that period. That thread...
The Dusty Kaleidoscope

The Dusty Kaleidoscope

It hit her like a punch in the gut. The realisation that he was really gone. Then came the thought that soon the house too would belong to someone else. The new people would most likely tear it down, and build a multi storey concrete structure in its place. Soon,...