The walk on the beach was meant to be romantically invigorating. But nobody had told them that it would be high tide soon.
Ramu and Shweta were so engrossed in discovering each other that they had walked deep inside during low tide.
Bozo broke their reverie and barked them ashore in time to love again.
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Friday, July 16, 2010
Friday, October 23, 2009
The player
Playing the game was his motto. But he was fed up of playing solitaire. He was looking for company. None seemed to match his interest and capabilities. Till Shama appeared.
And then the games began. Never seeming to end. Mental and physical. They loved the challenges that were thrown at every turn. And then there was a stalemate. A referee had to be called.
The referee came, solved and laughed all the way to her heart, leaving behind a broken console.
And then the games began. Never seeming to end. Mental and physical. They loved the challenges that were thrown at every turn. And then there was a stalemate. A referee had to be called.
The referee came, solved and laughed all the way to her heart, leaving behind a broken console.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
The red dot
The red dot on a woman’s forehead is a display of marital bliss. The violence with which it is erased on the death of her husband reinforces this belief.
Sumedha smiled at the thought of how the red dot was like a beacon of hope to all those lecherous old men who thought nothing of hugging her lustily in the garb of fatherly love. This was particularly evident when Suraj was away on a business trip.
There was no way she could complain about it as there was nothing in their action of hugging that seemed inappropriate. Only the person being hugged would know. She tried resisting a couple of times but was misunderstood as being disrespectful! To maintain a harmonious ambiance in the family she gave in.
She blogged and vent her frustration against all of them, thanks to the anonymity the blogging world offered. And thus maintained her sanity to live and carry on the fight to another level someday.
Sumedha smiled at the thought of how the red dot was like a beacon of hope to all those lecherous old men who thought nothing of hugging her lustily in the garb of fatherly love. This was particularly evident when Suraj was away on a business trip.
There was no way she could complain about it as there was nothing in their action of hugging that seemed inappropriate. Only the person being hugged would know. She tried resisting a couple of times but was misunderstood as being disrespectful! To maintain a harmonious ambiance in the family she gave in.
She blogged and vent her frustration against all of them, thanks to the anonymity the blogging world offered. And thus maintained her sanity to live and carry on the fight to another level someday.
Friday, October 2, 2009
55Fiction: Simran no more
‘Short and sweet’ was the message.
I had it all figured out. Love was my compulsion and hate an obsession. Indulging in these two was my passion. Simran my willing muse. I loved her and hated the thought of her being no more.
The rotting stench wafted in the gentle breeze.
I sobbed uncontrollably. Alone.
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