Papa Kehte Hain…

Ranjit slumped into his chair at the Computer Store. He greeted the others with a glum face and immediately began looking out the window after taking off his backpack. Other employees exchanged glances over his uncharacteristic demeanour, trying to see if anyone has any forethought. Everyone went quiet at the same time. Life continued to…

Reunion

The symphony of family pictures Brought a smile of wryness, But memories of arguments Spouted blazing wrath like spicy food   He loathed being the underdog in their discussions Just as he hated being the office clerk He could not accept two bosses For only one would pay   But as his eyes traced the…

My Fair Lady

Going to the fair reminded Ranjit of his childhood. Memories of running about with friends and trying his hand at the different games gushed out of their mental cabinet. He also recalled what made eyes shine more than the scintillating lights was seeing couples having a jolly time at the fair. As he wrapped his…

Stayin’ Alive

“Hello, Ranjit?” “Good morning, dear sister. Fancy getting a call from you in the morning!” “You’re alive! It is really you! Oh, I was so worried.” Ranjit was about to start his motorbike but stopped midway. “Hey, what’s the matter Ananya. Did you have a bad dream?” “What? No, you doofus. Just go find a…

Bittersweet

“What do you think, darling? Am I a good writer?” My niece giggled as she finished reading my story and looked at me playfully.

It’s Raining, Men!

Many people have the ability to make others follow their will. Some use their imposing physique, others use their debonair persona. Vipin had neither of these qualities, at least in sufficient quantity. But people somehow did as he wished. He didn’t deploy this trait too often, but when it came to convincing people to play…

A Curious Case

“Oh, what is that?” I was warned by the warden about this patient’s infantile curiosity. He had warned me that this patient asks too many questions. I had rubbished his warning, for I always found children’s idiosyncrasies delightful. However, even I was put off by a balding fifty-year old’s tittering through tobacco strewn teeth.

Noise Complaint

Monsoon had finally hit New Delhi. The previous day had experienced bountiful downpour, and today’s waterworks were already underway as a drizzle drubbed softly on windows and rooftops. A young fellow rejoiced in the weather outside on the street, but Ranjit was downcast because he was under the weather.

Bleed, Blue

The crowd gathered in the stands had waned. Rain had dampened the field and pushed the semi-final over to the next day, but it couldn’t dampen people’s enthusiasm. Everyone was confident that India was half-way into the World Cup final. But Ranjit had mixed emotions, and not because he had eaten a mixed salad with…