Prose

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 …

“Congratulations on the success of your book – ‘Feminism is a HE’!” said Priya, interviewing Rahul on air. “Hmmm!” mused Rahul. “I am happy but I am more satisfied that my work has been accepted.”  “I’m sure. Tell us something about your book? What was your inspiration to write it?” …

It was a dark, stormy night. Mumbai witnessed one of the worst rains of the season. My arriving flight had been delayed by a few hours due to tempestuous weather so I walked out of the airport, to the chime of the clock striking 1 am. Booking a taxi at …

 A freak thunder storm had gripped the city of Indore and held it captive the past couple of days. The city was slowing limping back to normalcy as uprooted trees and toppled electric poles were cleared away. “Trring, trring. Trring, trring!” The insistent ring of the mobile woke him from …

Amma’s death came as a shock, even though I had known for a while that death was inevitable. One minute I could visualize her smiling benevolently at me and the very next, she was gone. Amma was the rock of our family. After Baba’s death, very early on in my …

She was a shy creature. Always hiding behind her mother’s skirts & peeping out of curtains. She could not understand the language of humans. She preferred the company of butterflies, birds and nature to that of children her age. The other children called her slow, even retarded at times. They …

C’mon Mom! Just one more step! As I looked into the innocent eyes of my seven year old child, shining with hope, I was stupefied by the zest for life that they held. His eyes shone with the exuberance of youth and held promises that I was afraid to keep. …