He smiled contently as he looked at her three-year old son sleeping behind them and, then, her hands joined with his own in holy matrimony in front of the Yajna fire.
They were both now his own.
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Category: Poetry
Unrequited
I found a seashell on the shore
As I made sand castles.
I wondered,
If I’ll find a pearl inside.
The shell sits on my desk
Unopened,
Because I am afraid to lose hope.
Old
At 60, when my attendant went MIA after my Cataract surgery, I grappled around the hospital with bandaged eyes wondering, “Has my life finally ended in a lonely ditch?”
Then I heard a booming voice with a hint of mirth that said, “Hey Beautiful! Need help getting around?”
And I thought, “Maybe not!”
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The Stolen Kiss
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Frogs and Love
This post is now part of a short-story collection available in print and ebook. I will upload the links soon.
At the old age home, fingers entwined, they recounted their story to the volunteers.
Debra: It was 1959. I was at the city fountain, and like all women of my age, making a wish to find true love.
Suddenly a guy bumped into me, looking scared and mortified. His fiancée was holding a frog from the fountain and laughing.
It was love at first sight.
Emma: Next day, a jar with a frog spawn sat at my doorstep with a note: “Seems like you were kissing the wrong frog, Princess. Coffee at 4, City fountain?”
We never looked back.
“So many stories are waiting to be told. So I hold the pen and let the stories write themselves.” – the writer
The Forsaken
And there she sat on the rock
In middle of nowhere,
Awaiting her sailor
To return home,
Till she turned
To stone.
Typical!
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The Final Quest
The forest is dark as little light filters through the thick canopy of trees overhead. He has been walking for what seems like hours but could be only minutes.
Standing in a pool of dim light, she looks the same after so many years, beckoning him to come forward. Awestruck as if he found his heaven, he obliges.
Somewhere in a hospital, an old man dies…
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The Funeral
Love, when you ended
your ‘less-than-perfect’ life,
I believe you had every right.
But your note said
you pray for forgiveness
for your life of sins.
In that moment,
you changed everything.
You had no right to call
our love, our life and dreams,
a Sin…
We were gay, not philanderer–
almost man and husband.
Now that I stand here at your grave,
I wonder if I had sinned
throughout my life
by loving a Sinner.
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First Date
She already knew the result of the meeting.
Men on the dating site asked her to meet them thinking that her disability will cross out theirs. But they realise their mistake within ten minutes of the ‘conversation’.
Considering that this date was ‘normal’…
She found him waiting outside the venue. He sheepishly gestured the ‘signs’ with hands. They said, “Please bear with my clumsiness with ‘signs’. I started learning recently so that we could understand each other.”
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Dark Wish
My love,
I wish you
Pimples,
Dark spots,
And stretch marks,
So that
You wouldn’t judge me.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 