Afar on the horizon the sun sinks Low, hiding under the shadows of night, Leaving behind hues of resplendence That awaken a yearning, a longing. Here I sit transfixed, gazing at the Vista; At the beauteous visage of the sunset. To me it seems like dreams woven in Gold that …

I feast my eyes as I lie under the star encrusted sky; Under the gazillions of stars that twinkle and glitter, Sprinkled high up, like in Van Gogh’s starry night. They soothe my depleted spirit, they make me sigh.   But I know deep in my heart that all that …

Eternal springs love Resplendent in vivid hues rejoicing in spring Ah! the rich blossoms Buzzing busy with the bees the fragrant gardens Butterflies flutter Kissing the shy, dainty blooms Floating on zephyrs Image – Joshua Naidoo via unsplash

I jumped up, I grasped and clutched. Alas! Doubt invaded, my feet lurched. My hand faltered, hovered near the goal But unsure, I questioned my own role.   “Do I deserve it, or do I not?” I thought Negativity & pessimism in my mind fought. My beclouded brain got more …

This story won me the coveted Gitesh Biva Memorial Award ——————————————————————— The sun peeked into her basement apartment from the window high up, near the ceiling. It was the only time that she got any sunlight, in the late afternoon. Sitting at her desk Anne opened an unread mail in …

Elections loomed. The party electoral campaigns were funded by contributions from wealthy industrialists. But this year the donations to the party fund had been insubstantial. Some regular contributors had yet to donate. The party treasurer was unhappy as he took the account statement to the Minister. The deficit needed to …

Rima would have been drenched, if not for his umbrella. “Ma’am, you’ll get soaked. Share my umbrella. It is big enough to accommodate two people,” he had offered, generously. Rima had gratefully accepted. Mumbai rains at their worst could be torrential. Today was one such evening. Rima’s forgetfulness had made …

Forged by the fires of his youth, his flame burned bright and strong like a beacon that shines at night; it shone guiding right from wrong. Its warmth enveloped his entity, gave him kindness beyond measure it made him a kindred spirit, his empathy was such a treasure. People came …

  They have helped me forge a path ahead when the route upfront was unclear They have aided me to ascend, to scale when the strife of life I could not bear. They held me together, aided and assisted; they embraced my flagging spirits. They prodded, pushed and shoved; made …

CAST OF CHARACTERS Mr Lion – The King who is the aggrieved party Mr Rabbit – The prosecutor & investigating officer Mr Fox – the accused. Mrs Lion – Mr Lion’s wife. ACT I   Jungle court, outside the King’s Den The scene opens outside the Lion’s den, in the …