She looked at the sky
With the longing
Of a bird in a cage
Through the small window
In her marital home – her prison.
Tiny Story: The Breadwinner
When she left the house that night, she had tied a dupatta across her face. No one must see her.
Her trembling hands clutched the money she had ‘earned from the service’. Her children would not go hungry today…
A Recipe to Happiness
In a world where people complain about never finding true friends, I have been blessed with too many to count. Every city I have been to had someone I could love and trust completely.
Yes, I risked trusting too many–sometimes it backfired; sometimes it paid off.
I could have sat inside my comfort zone licking my wounds, but I preferred putting my heart out there so that I would never be alone again.
Tiny Story: The Miracle Cure
I had a frustrating day at work. I was worried about timelines, office politics and impending performance appraisal.
When I returned home, my tiny daughter ran up to greet me. Once in my arms, she cupped my cheeks in her little palms. Looking in my eyes, she said, “Mommy! I love you!” She kissed me and ran back to her dolls.
She left me smiling from ear to ear…
After 19 years
Nearly 19 years ago, I found someone I could hold hands with and love without a reason. She was my sunshine.
She was the reason I wished college was open on Sundays and hated Summer vacations.
After we went our separate ways, I wrote more in letters to her than in notes for college. I missed her.
I hope, you know it is You!
I hope you know I still miss You!
-Dedicated to D
Tiny Story: Hurt
Daughter: He broke my knee!
Mom: If I see the boy again, he will be sorry.
After 16 years…
Daughter: He broke my heart!
Mom: If I see the man again, he will be sorry!
Tiny Story: The Bygones
She watched in horror as her 80-years-old husband exchanged vows with a 40+ woman.
Tears flowed down her face. She knew he would not wait for long but, at least, he could have let her grave dry.
Tiny Story: The Beginning
I wondered why my toe had begun to hurt last night while I was sleeping. It still hurt.
Then, my Bestie limped inside the college, having stubbed the same toe at the same moment.
We laughed at the strange ‘co-incidence’, not knowing it was only the beginning…
-Based on our true story (D & Me)
Tiny Story: The Apologies
He looked at the tears flowing down her blackened eyes. He pulled her in his arms and, once again, said, “Sorry, Love! Just don’t make me angry again.”
Hurray: 50-Stories Old
So, here I am 50-stories old. Well, I had posted a couple of more, but I just realised that it is time to celebrate!
You: “What’s the big deal? It is just 50 x 2 lines!” (Most of my stories are 2-3 lines long.)
Me: Hey! I had also created 50 X 2 characters! For someone like me who had always believed that I lack imagination, it IS a quite a big deal! 😀
You: Not all your stories were good enough!
Me: They were at least there. I dared! 😁
Also, I have been blogging for nearly one and half years and still running in full steam! That ought to count too!
You: Okay, so how you want to do to celebrate?
Me: Well, I have already finished my wild dance alone! Just wanted to let everyone know that I was terrible…yet overjoyed. At least now that I have blurted it all out, I am so tired that I can sleep! YEEEEEEE! Or may be I need to dance a little more first!!! 💃
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