LIFE ....A GIFT...PASS IT ON...

Henry adjusted his tie and took a last look at himself in the mirror and feeling a little more confident than usual stepped out into the street. He ran across the road and gasping and panting reached the bus stop in time to get into the 8.00 a.m bus. Muttering under his breath at his lack of time management he looked a picture of perfection and poise though it was a cauldron ready to pour over within….He looked at his cell phone and tapped it twice or thrice…

“Still no message or call from her…… Continue

Into the street she stepped and felt the cold rain falling on her cheeks. As she looked up into the sky, she felt liberated…Suddenly everything fell into place like a jigsaw puzzle.Rachel had for long contemplated to give herself this pleasure of freedom, liberation and elation. she was glad she got it. As she squared her waterproof cap on her head a little more tighter and pulled her trenchcoat tightly towards her chest, Rachel heard the pitter patter of the rain drops on the roof of her car. R… Continue

Based on a real life experience....

And as she saw the last of them leaving the room , Sheila wiped the big tear on her swollen face with the dirty handkerchief in her palms. Face swollen due to a full night’s ordeal, a never ending traumatic phase which no one would ever have thought of treading into.

Her mind raced back to the events of the previous evening and she couldn’t believe that 24 hours could be so long and boundless. She pinched herself and asked herself why oh why did it all start… Continue

And on a busy Sunday morning Rachel busied herself with her regular household chores. Sundays always brought about so much of added work to a household….thought Rachel. She had to mow the lawn, wash the laundry, go to the grocers…and then the regular chats with her kids, an extra dessert whipped up. Still she dreaded a Sunday as she had to listen to Robert raving and ranting at the slightest drop of a hat. Robert to whom Rachel was wedded for the past 20 years, was always a picture of calm and q… Continue

OF THEN AND NOW……..

And as she heard the murmur of noises she rushed to the balcony…Rachel had just one area of recline and rest….her beloved balcony. In today’s age, it’s no longer the age of balconies…it’s the age of laptops, touch screens and play stations. But Rachel vividly remembers how in her childhood her major crushes, her major heartbreaks and her major juicy revelations of the neighbourhood were given to her by ber beloved balcony.

Even as she remembered unwinding herself to the dis… Continue