Stepping through the corridor, entering through the main door, she puts her bag to the side and crashes herself onto the sofa. The tie of her hair comes loose, her feet go up on the table, and the remote gets picked off the cushion, channels switching mindlessly, one after another, going nowhere in particular. Nearly …
She has been living in that cottage for almost a hundred years, walking through its corridors, setting the chairs around the dining table, and wiping the dust from the old TV screen in the lounge. It has been her home since the night she freed herself and stepped out. With a crumbling roof and walls …
So there are three siblings, two sisters and a brother. The elder sister is two years older than the brother, followed by the younger sister, who is one year younger than the brother. All of them are grown-ups now. There you will have the eldest sister standing in front of the window, looking over at …
When she plays hopscotch outside the house, she likes all her five-year-old friends to be with her. She also wants her grandmother to sit across the road. Just sit, doing nothing. Nothing but watching her. Nothing but sitting and looking at her from time to time. That is what she wants. This is one of …
The leaves are the most beautiful shade of green because it is the peak of spring, so everything is at its finest. The lush carpet of grass, living and breathing, draping this mountain hill, wrapping the giant beneath its warmth. And the colorful flower beds at the bottom of the small hill, as if the …
Bake. Bake a cake. This is the main thing listed on her to-do list for the day, and so she is here in the kitchen, all smitten with flour on her face and bowl in hands. In a kitchen where she can’t place where things are kept, can’t figure out why the beater isn’t quite …
He is looking for a key. He does remember its design, silver in color, rusted. He remembers how sometimes he really had to twist it with force to open the lock. Right now, he is in search of that key, because he has a box to be opened. And it won’t be wrong to say …
The crowd was genuinely puzzled as no one could grasp what had actually happened. Encircled by this group of temporarily intrigued people, a foreigner lying on the ground was crying with all his might. He was crying and crying and it felt like he would continue crying till eternity. The people had never seen an …
—————— Hey, I was thinking about something, and I wanted to talk to you about it. I wanted to ask why don’t we become strangers. Strangers, who meet up coincidentally, like travelling companions, or two persons sitting on the same bench at the railway station, waiting for two different trains. Why don’t we become just …
He hated his job but for some compelling reason, he had continued doing it. For as long as he could remember, that’s what he used to do. Living inside this small room, staying alert for when he is called to perform the job in front of the device hanging on the wall. But today, he …