My Dad

My Dad

He was in awe of his dad’s personality. Always a dapper; crisp shirts, matching tie and a confident gait defined him. “My mom is such a timid and under confident lady and my dad, an absolute contrast!” he would always wonder.   “Dad, how did you make so much...
The Tussle

The Tussle

“Riya, are you going somewhere?” questioned Smita, the concern was evident in her voice. “Yes Mumma. I told you the other day that I had to go on my classmate’s birthday get together,” answered Riya, her annoyance was obvious. “But beta, you should have told me...
PLEASE UNDERSTAND, MUMMA!

PLEASE UNDERSTAND, MUMMA!

“Please understand, Mumma. I am busy with my studies,” almost yelled Manisha. “No dear, I know you are not studying. I am your mother and know you well. I can very well see you. You are reading Manorama,” replied Jyoti. She felt aghast. But Manisha wasn’t bothered...
DON’T COME OUT!

DON’T COME OUT!

It was 8.30. Lucky picked his gym bag. While crossing the hotel lobby, someone caught his attention. He was a face, Lucky hadn’t seen before. For a minute, he couldn’t take the eye off him. The wheatish complexion, sharp chiseled face, the suave personality of that...
ANOTHER CHANCE

ANOTHER CHANCE

The dining room was a mess; the shreds of broken glasses were scattered all over the floor. It seemed as if some Tsunami had just come over. But the Mehta household was getting used to it. Mrs. Mehta tried to keep calm, though it was difficult. “Maya, come. Bring the...