The Building

Afletown was busy, as always. The sun was setting on the faraway horizon, andthe city lights twinkled like stars on earth. On the outskirts of town stood a fivefloor building due for maintenance. Mould crept up to the top, and the off-whitepaint cracked along every edge and window. Dust added uneven shades of offwhite andContinue reading “The Building”

A habit

The sizzle on the tawa spread a pleasant aroma of dosa in the house. Swara was stirring the sambar beside the cooking dosa. She was juggling cooking and packing lunches for school and the office. ” Swara! Where is my belt?” a voice from the bedroom. ” Comming!” Swara responded, reducing the flames of theContinue reading “A habit”

The servant

She ran to her mom and peeked at the shouting lady. She understood that it was about her, but she didn’t remember herself being mischievous. She hid behind her mother, trying to understand the situation. Her mother, in a feeble voice, said, “She is just a kid.” Hell broke loose, and the shouting lady wasContinue reading “The servant”

The Story of a Dandelion

I was a dandelion flower on a cliff. I was simple, light, and white, and with grace, I stood there swaying to the slightest breeze. Far from the blurry horizon came a lady with brown hair that was shiny as silk and pale skin that looked soft like the clouds. Maybe if I had hands,Continue reading “The Story of a Dandelion”

The angel inside

Stella was a stressed-out woman. All her life, it was about responsibilities and duties. She was taught never to disappoint, and so she did her all for the same. From work to home and pleasure to priorities, she never fell behind her duties. Her close to perfectional attitude even impressed many. While she was anContinue reading “The angel inside”

A longing lonely heart

Gaya was a beautiful girl who was born with a romantic heart. Her heart reflected in the way she looked and the world fancied romancing her. Though, to the world, romancing was lust, to her romance was the delicacy in anything beautiful. She enjoyed the simplest things in life and was surprised to how theContinue reading “A longing lonely heart”

The hidden tears

Kurumbi was a tribal lady who lived in the Shambavi forest. It was during British rule that the Indians were considered slaves. Unlike the other tribals, Kurumbi never preferred the cities. Of course, the cities were convenient but were wrong, according to Kurumbi. The idea of harming nature for convenience was just not acceptable toContinue reading “The hidden tears”