मेरी बातों में खुद को न खोज, ऐ दीवाने, कहीं हर लफ्ज़ में खुद को पा के परेशान तू न हो जाए। मुस्कुराता देखना चाहते तो हो मुझे तुम हर दम, पर क्या हो, अगर हर मुस्कान की वजह तुम हो जाओ। मेरे पीछे से, हर कदम पर मेरे सलामती हो चाहते, बस पलट के […]
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Umr
Flight
“ They chatted and giggled together. Making up stories of people around them at the airport. Their hands brushed every once in a while. Shoulders touched as one helped the other pick up a bag. They smiled a knowing, excited, awkward smile. Her pretty eyes met his charming smile. Almost at the same time, both […]
Sunglasses
He sat there on the first seat of the bus, right next to the door. I saw him even as I fumbled my way up the steps into the bus, files in one hand, big bag in another, head inclined to keep my sunglasses from falling off. It was full. The bus, it was full. […]
Yet another day of childhood
“Good morning, babu! Wakie-wakie…” She chirped into his room. She responded to his usual “2 more minutes” plea with a crisp and almost impatient, “Come on-come on, let’s wake up. I am going to the kitchen to make you your glass of milk. Don’t forget to brush your teeth, your brush is ready, ok?” “Let’s […]
You Never Call
Solitary
“So, heard about the water shortage this year?” She asked like any stand-up comedian would start a joke. “Yyyepp! 30% short. I don’t get these farmers though. If they’ve no rain, let them have water tankers.” She grinned at a booing crowd. “Come on! Wouldn’t Marie Antoinette say that?” Her humor had but one fan. […]
Twinge
He prepped himself for another operation. The routine procedure needed one change. 1. Get attracted. 2. Get attached. 3. Attack, be attacked; hurt, be hurt. 4. Dress the wound. 5. Rip the bandage. 6. Rinse, repeat. “She’s beautiful, what a lovely conversation,” his heart sang as his mind prepped to skip steps 2 to 5. […]
Owl
“Owls painted on her room’s wall, an origami owl, an owl locket in her necklace, now she wants an owl tattoo! Doctor, surely her psyche is saying something.” Before the psychiatrist could say anything, the eleven year old said, “Mom, I’m wise in English and quite a fool in Hindi, doesn’t that say it all?” […]
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