“oh no, fairy Godmother! How did this happen?” Cinderella whined. Her attempt at masking her disappointment failed. “I’m so sorry. So-so sorry. Cinders, I mean, Cindy dear, I want to know too.” She tinkered with the third point of her 5-pointed star. From the left. “Ouch” The star’s poke didn’t bother her. She started counting […]
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trance
She danced like she was in a trance, eyes closed. Her long curls swaying from side to side. The white, spaghetti-strapped, calf-length dress flowing like she was an angel. She danced like she was in a trance. To hip-hop. Bollywood hip-hop. He shook her. He was obviously embarrassed. He shouldn’t have. He should’ve let her […]
Why me…?
She sat with her knees folded, her back straight against the wall. That tear rolling down her eye, it made her look prettier. He hated himself. Hated himself for the state of mind she was in, for that tear on her cheek, and for thinking about how pretty it made her look. “But, we’re such […]
Miss Adventure
This was going to be her first trek on the Himalayas. She loved trekking, but had no proof to back that love. She wanted to answer with loads of adventures when the M TV Roadies guy asked her, "Really? So, tiny adventurous lady, tell me about your adventures." She had to have something more than, […]
twisted clichés
These doors. Who clamped them? Who will help me get to the other side? It’s brighter they say. Anything is brighter compared to pitch black, Einstein. It’s a miracle that I’ve reached the door. Getting here was a step. At a time. Everyday. One slow, long yogic movement. Each movement against what has become my […]
basic instinct
Her hand frantically waved to catch the rickshaw-wallah’s attention. She was wearing white and didn’t want to get drenched in this godforsaken, unseasonal rain. There is a time and place for everything, after all. Her usual patience with people who do menial jobs was wearing out. She hated mundane, routine jobs. Her hatred actually fueled […]
Claustrophobia
The clank of the mechanical metal doors meant darkness. Not complete darkness because the dim, hidden bulb announced the inanimate mood such closed environments make. Stark darkness has a quality about it – a sense of solitude that is usually comforting. Comforting because it’s only you have to deal with. This was not stark. It […]
The Backstory
It had been 15 minutes since she took this seat in the last row and still couldn’t find a way to be interested in the professor’s knowledge. Her eyes squinted sideways and craned to the right to look at her fingers playing with a long strand of hair that found its way out of her […]