The Window Seat

  Sukanya knew it was him the moment he boarded the bus. The slouched shoulders and the bushy eyebrows could not belong to anybody else. His hair had thinned out no doubt. Sukanya smiled as she remembered how she had loved running her hand through the thick mane once upon a time. It seemed like time had left her standing at the same place where he had left her or was it she who refused to move? “ Was Sukanya’s love able to defy the mere constraints set by death?…

An Unfinished Love Affair

You left…..but you forgot to take the memories with you..that would have made it a bit easier for me to reconcile the fact that I was your first boyfriend and there was much we had to do together – go out for a walk in the early morning, feel the dew on the fresh grass with our bare feet, or just sit back lazily watching the budding flowers bloom. Simple things which we had been planning together for a long long time. I wanted to lend you my shoulder to cry…

Youth Comes Calling

What is it that makes you wish to tune in to Raag malhar on a Monday morning? It must be a special feeling that inspires such joy to liven up the usually evil Monday. Well, I believe in my case it must have been my Sunday evening movie. I went for Yeh Jawaani Hain Diwaani and came out with a chirpy, light and blissful feeling in my heart. In short, I felt happy. In the midst of all the struggles and strife that life forces us to deal with, Dharma…