Weekly thrice the dotty daughter makes calls to her parents. Conversation during weekdays are limited but on Sundays, it stretches up to an hour, topics range from day-to-day events to friends, to health and finally comes the
Chaos – 100 word challenge She shuddered. She screamed. A silent scream. The gnawing despair and helplessness she suffered since years now gorged her up. The futility of this scream would not be any different, she knew.
I wish I could record those unexpected moments The moments that enlightened me with thoughts One of its kind, unique, genuine, tranquil and unusual What can become my inspiration in my need. My mind just cannot jaunt
Claiming the cozy corner Savouring aromatic blends Enjoying the soft music Serenading at the background I did not pretend that I enjoyed. Staring your gaze shamelessly Watching your unusual genuine emotions Smiling and steady I was all
Sweet Bitter Forgetfulness “Won’t you be home for dinner?” She asked “Nope, I have a party tonight,” he said and disconnected the call. Mom, Gonna have dinner with friends, her mobile beeped Okay dear. Be careful. I’ll
It seemed to be one of the longest and scariest nights to her. The heavy rains had engulfed the town by now. Confusions had almost settled. Perching herself on the balcony railing she glanced in both the
The cool pleasant silence of the house seeped into every cell of her being. This was her, ‘me time’, the time to introspect about dodged situations of life, guilt rides, regrets, unfulfillments, and discontentment. Walking to her most