Monday Musings #4 – It’s All In The Eyes

Reality is something that interests me. We each have our own realities for every event. For instance, you may remember a certain fight with a friend or lover in one way, while they remember it differently. Your beliefs about various things create your own reality in which the world works differently from how my world…

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…

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…

Smelly Pants

The rains had given Delhi residents some respite by bringing down the sultriness in the air. But the atmosphere in the small bathroom was tense. Beads of sweat dripped down Ranjit’s body, for he was too late in noticing the lizard on the ceiling. The fat, multi-coloured striped creature flicked its tongue. Ranjit gulped, and…