If I love you, would I then feel that tingling in my skin, the flutter in my heart? If I love you, would I then view the world through tinted lenses; while we live in stolen glances? If I love you would I make your world better? Would you be …

If memory serves me right then a memory cannot write. But I, just think that if they could, do you think they would? And if they truly could, then what it is that they would? Write, I mean? What would they write back about, the past is under a shroud! …

  Even though I am old and my bones are weary & creaking. My soul nurtures a wish for life; it wants to give it everything. It wants to live more, for yearning still holds court in my heart. Even though my body has given up, my mind wants a …

If memory serves me right, then I must say That I keep forgetting what I should remember.   I plunder into the depths of my brain, I rack it in order to ascertain; What it was that I was to remember?   Casting things asunder, I compartmentalize. Until I realize …

Like a lantern in the night sky that on a zephyr floats; In the empyrean garden, I let my hopes float too. The sylvan charms of life, coax my surrender But, I nurture a dream; I aspire to be. Buoyed by the melody that the gentle breeze sings, My marauding …

“Morning Luka. All set to go?” asked Neha stowing her gear and getting into the Taxi. She glanced at her watch. It read 10 am. “Good Morning Madam. Yes, we are all set. It’s a 4 hour drive to Alor so just sit back and relax. The route is quite …

  The weary wheels clattered on the cobbled street. The uneven paver blocks making them yo-yo in and out of gaps. The streets of Mumbai city are a veritable nightmare of potholes and uneven surfacing. But, the un-tarred by lanes are another story altogether. They are just narrow streets paved …

It was a dark, stormy night. The furious storm swayed the willowy boughs and made them lash forth. The wind raged in between the trees, whistling an ominous note.  It picked up piles of dry leaves and raised them in a veritable maelstrom. The cold October gale howled menacingly. The …

“Rohini, tell me what to do”, said Rahul, his voice cracking with emotion. Rohini could see that Rahul’s eyes were brimming over. The incident had impacted him greatly. Her pillar of strength, the man who could face a thousand storms and still emerge unscathed and victorious, was crumbling before her …

Are we owed an apology? I guess, we are. For all the petty fights we did not get into. For all the laughs that we did not have. For all the jokes we could not tell. Yes, we are owed an apology. But will God apologize? I guess, he should. …