Monday, April 28, 2014


“Hey kitty cat...” the elder lady hugged the younger looking one earning a scowl for her comment.
“You will never stop calling me that, will you?” they started walking towards the parking lot.
“That’s because you are a kitty cat.”
The other girl decided not to say anything and hailed a cab.
“How far is it from here?”
“About 2 hour’s drive...” she knew her elder sister was not going to let the drive go peaceful. And she did not miss the evil glint that passed on the said person’s face.
“When did you come?”
“I came here last night. For all I know pagli will probably jump on the bed if she saw us now.”
“You didn’t see her last night?”
“Nope! She was fast asleep when I got there. So I just spoke to her hubby and left. Asked him not to tell her as well.”
“Ooooh... Kitty cat...” she squished the other girl.
“Grow up woman... I am not a cuddly squishy toy!”
They both started laughing at that.  
“Wow! Can’t believe she is a mother now.” the former lady said as they finally stopped laughing.
“I badly want to see if she would let her kid have any food at all.”
“Hey you said that she was cooking you all sorts of dishes when you stayed over at her place.”
“Well, you know how I get weird cravings na. So I kept asking her random stuff and she would make it for me. A food-filled weekend I would say.”
“When she spoiled you that much over a weekend, how could you think she won’t spoil her little one?”
 “Did I say I ate a lot? She did cook everything but in the end she was the one who finished it all up.”
“Well that is our trippy. I hope her kid hasn’t got that clumsy gene from her!”
The other girl started laughing again. “I will never forget the way she fell off a chair and pulled the table with her.” 
“We can just hope that the little one got some genes from the father...” she continued. “I mean he is not clumsy like her. but he is a little mature right?”
“You are talking about a guy who basically gets into a cat fight with his wife over a bar of chocolate.”
The elder one kind of shut up at that point. They both knew very well that her kid is going to be clumsier than her and is going to be the most spoilt kid in their group.
“I bet their kid is going to be the most mature person in that house. My vision is going to come true pretty soon!”


“Come. Her room is in the first floor.” She led her sister through the hospital.
As they slowly opened the door all they could see was their dear friend holding a bundle of joy while there was another bundle in her husband’s hand.
“You never told me she had twins.” They both went and hugged the mother.

All that their beloved trippy could do was grin as wide as possible and say “Did you guys bring any sweets?”


A story I am writing for a very dear friend who cares a lot for everyone but herself. We are lucky we got her because she will make you laugh with her clumsy klutzy nature and make you cry at her pure innocent heart!
Pagliiiiiiiiii.... This one is for you! 

Wednesday, April 23, 2014


I guess the post for R will be put up along with Z. Those two are a bit connected. 

“So how exactly do you know him?”
His question made her smile.
“We were kind of like pen pals.” She looked at her questioner who was busy cleaning his camera lens.
“I asked how exactly. Which means I am asking for specific details!” He clarified for her still not taking his eyes off the object in his hands.
“Well, I was part of this group. A group of writers and he was also a part of it. So we all chat through the night.”
“What did you all talk about?”
“Almost anything and everything. Books, movies, food… Oh yeah! We speak a lot about food. And then he likes to talk about politics as well. There is not topic that this guy won’t talk about.”
“So you mean he was a genius?”
“He still is one. That is why we are going to get his interview for our magazine. Remember?”
“Well, from what you are saying you should know a lot more than anybody else right?”
“Not necessarily. He would talk about anything but his own life with us. We all just talk about our writing and stuff. The way he weaves a story just leaves us all awestruck. We always say he is from a planet of his own and does not belong in Earth…” she let out a light laugh as a particular memory came to her mind.
“I used to tell him that I would marry his son. He was about 19 and I was about 22 at that time. And I used to nudge him to get married soon and give me a son so that I can marry that boy. My theory was that his son would be even more interesting than he was…”
“Guess that is why he and his boyfriend adopted a son…” he said making her laugh harder.
“So why are you not in touch with him now?”
“I kind of cut contacts with everyone at one point. I avoided almost everyone. He did leave me a few mails. May be it was my fear. I just never found the courage to talk to any of them again. They would have probably forgotten me now…” the tear drop rolling down her cheek put the other guy in silence.
He could see that she missed them all very much.
“Do you think he will recognize you?”
“I am not sure. I have never met him in person…”
“Why don’t you tell him now?”
“I am not sure…”
“Tell him. He will be happy…”


As the car came to a stop they entered the humble looking house. They both were asked to wait in the living room as the sole subject of their talk entered the room.
They had come to get the interview of this author whose first book became a national best seller.


“Thank you for the interview…” she said getting up. Just then her photographer nudged her. She raised her eyebrows in an alarming way and shook her head.
“Is anything the matter?” her long lost friend asked.
“She has a personal request sir…” the photographer said and hurriedly made his way towards the car.
“What is it?” he smiled. He was wondering why the confident journalist suddenly got all shy and looked afraid.
He was curious now.

With a lot of hesitation she slowly spoke “Remember me Sasur?”
He thought for a moment before smiling. "Bahu?" 

This story is again based on a person I met like a few months back. I really do call him Sasur! 
Hopefully he likes it! 

Monday, April 21, 2014

Queer Connection


‘What happen to her?’ He whispered to the girl sitting next to him. She just turned to her right and saw another girl sighing as she silently worked on her laptop.
‘Nothing… Why are you asking?’
‘She seems odd…’ he just looked at her like she was some entirely new species or some kind of an alien.
Just then the subject matter of their whisperings turned and waved a half hearted Hi.
‘She has been like this for a couple of days now…’ the other girl accepted.
‘Think we should ask her?’
‘Nah… Let her be. She will tell us when she is ready’

All this while the said girl just kept sighing and continued to work. Though they both were whispering she heard them both very well.
She just looked to her left and sighed again.
The other two concluded that something is definitely wrong with her.


As she walked back home she felt like crying out. She was mad at herself. She could not believe that she had gotten so serious.
She had let her happiness depended on something else other than herself. She promised she would not let this happen again.
And yet she had let herself fall in love again. Now she could not bear the separation.
Hugging herself she just looked up. Wondering how things are going on over there now.
She wondered how things had come to this level.


“That’s it.” Her friends stood in front of her.
She just looked at them with a bewildered look.
“Why are you like this?” he asked her. He just couldn’t bear seeing her all sad and depressed like this.
“Like what?”
“Like this!” the other girl made a pathetic sad face in an attempt of imitating her.
“Oh!” she looked down.
“What is it?”
“Well…” she took in a deep breathe. Its time they knew…
She started narrating the happenings of last week.

When she finished the girl just hugged her.
“I understand darling. We all have been through something like this…” she said.
“You can just move on to the next better thing na?” the guy asked gaining a smack.
“Don’t say such insensitive things to her. She is already going through a lot now.”
“I didn’t say anything bad. There are a lot of other fishes in the sea…”
“But I want my fish back.” The girl spoke.
“You will get it back dear!” the other female said as she dragged the confused guy back to their seats.

As the pair entered their cubicle they saw her smiling.
They just looked at each other.
“Are you thinking what I am thinking?” the girl asked him. He was already grinning ear to ear as he nodded. Setting their bags down, they both almost pounced on her.
“Is that it?” she asked the girl who was now smiling at her phone.
The latter just nodded.
“I am so happy for you…” she hugged her.
The guy just stood there with a confused look on his face.
“Why are you looking so lost?”
“I am happy for you. But I don’t understand why you two are so dramatic about it.” He almost shut his mouth when he saw both the girls glare at him.
“It’s just a phone…” he said to himself as he sat down.

You! Yes you! If you are smiling  or laughing now I am sure you either know a person who is obsessed with their mobile phone or you are the obsessed one. Well I am one such person as well. My iPhone is having some problems now and I am using my spare set. I miss my phone! :( *sob sob*
This story is for all those out there who are way too connected to their phone that they don't think of changing it until its absolutely unusable... We all share a queer connection to that object. We all know we should not love an object. But we just love it so much that we can never be separated from it. 

Pic courtesy: 123rf

Pastry Shop


It was a busy Saturday evening at the OMG Pastry shop. One cannot categorize it into a pastry shop though. They started it as one but started expanding their menu and now they also sell an assortment of pastas, pizzas, wraps, beverages along with baked goodies.

It was a small venture they all took up after a couple years of working under someone in some XYZ company. 5 friends got together and decided they are going to be their own bosses. What started off as a late night conference call ended up in the small yet cozy pastry shop that was always filled to the brim with customers. That too the weekends were hectic.

For her, this shop was the only thing that kept her going on. Having lost her parents in a road accident, she didn’t feel the need to go on with life. Except for this shop!
They were no professionals. But they all had a common passion. A passion for desserts…
Their only goal was to make people happy with their food.
When she had lost all hope in life, this shop was the one thing that gave her satisfaction. She held this little place very close to her heart.

Also if it were not for this shop, she would not have met him.

He was a regular there. No one knew his name or anything. But he would come there exactly at 6:30 pm every single day. His order was always the same. A cappuccino and a chocolate truffle… Sometimes he would order some take away as well. But that was a rare event.
Her friends hated seeing her like this. They wanted her to be the cheerful person she once used to be. They wanted something other than this shop to enter her heart. They also saw that he was interested in her. So the gang always made sure that she was the one to serve his order and after a couple weeks, she got used to it.

That Saturday, amongst all the crazy customers she spotted him entering the shop. A nod from him confirmed that he just needed his regular order.
As she placed the tray in front of him, he looked up. She realized he was smiling. She had never seen him smile.
Just when she was about to turn around she heard him say “You look pretty today…”
For a moment she looked down at her normal tee and jean clad body. She didn’t find anything different on herself today.
In the 5 months she has been his waitress and this was the first time he complimented her on something.
She smiled. Not the fake smile she managed for customers. But a genuine smile that reflected her true feelings…
She had another reason to hold this pastry shop close to her heart now.

Don't tell me you never had the dream of having your own restaurant or something of that sort. We all have that dream.
Some pursue it and some just let it remain as a dream thinking that its not our cup of coffee. But I have always wanted to put up a small coffee shop kind of thing, sell pastries, cookies and all. I even have a small plan as well. But not sure as of now. :)

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Oh Wise Dhadha!

“Welcome to India. Have a nice stay...” the immigration officer smiled as he returned his passport.
He hailed a cab to this particular hotel where she had booked a room for him. He retrieved the invitation from his bag and smiled. When she called him a few weeks back, he did not expect an actual invite card to be dropped at his door step. And little did he expect the hand written letter inside that envelope.
He really liked the way she had taken time to write that letter for him. He felt special for a moment. His invite card was not one among hundreds that were posted. But he knew that was her specialty. She made everyone feel special by paying attention to the smallest details.
He had 7 hours to rest his jet lagged body. With thoughts of the little girl he befriended all those years ago he fell asleep.
6 years ago:
“Can you teach me about this calculation?” he heard her hesitant voice over the phone.
“But I am at the hostel now dearie...”
“Oh...” he could almost imagine her disappointed look.  “It’s alright... I will manage...” she said trying to sound chirpy.
For some strange reason he didn’t like the way she sounded. “I will be there in ten...” he hung up.
“Why do they hate me so much?” she cried.
He didn’t know how to comfort her.
“People say stuff because they got no life... Everything will get better. Don’t worry.”
“You think so?” she smiled a little.
“Your little brother is cute...” she smiled at him. He had to stifle a laugh.
“Tell him I said hi okay?” she said in her most naive voice not knowing the consequences of it.
I miss you... Things are almost normal here. And I decided its best I try to forget and go on with life...
‘I am glad to know things are getting better. J
I miss you too kutty...’
“Hi ma’am, there is a package for you. I am currently at your college office. Could you come and pick it up?”
She was puzzled. “May I know who has sent the package?”
“I am sorry ma’am. It is labelled as highly confidential.”
“Alright I will be there...” she hung up and walked to the college office.
There she saw no courier guy. She called the number again. “I am at the college office. Where are you?”
“I am waiting in the computer lab ma’am.”
She was way too confused now. How did a courier guy was even allowed to go inside their lab?
As she entered the lab she saw the guy she missed sitting there with a wide grin etched on his face.
“Surprise kutty...” he said as she hugged him.
‘Hey... I need some advice...’
He smiled at her message. She always came to him for any kind of advice.
‘Relationship advice’
You have come to the right person then... wait! Lemme call you...
After an hour’s conversation they hung up.
‘Thanks... I feel confident enough now...’
You are welcome kutty...
‘From now on I am going to call you Oh Wise Dhadha...’
He just laughed at her new title.
He never knew how much he meant for her until he got her farewell gifts. A batpod and a handmade greeting card! They were no brother and sister. Were they friends? They were more than that. He was her mentor, her guide and a shoulder for her to cry when she needed one. And what is she for him? A little girl who makes him smile.
As he entered the banquet hall, he looked around for a familiar face. He regretted not bringing his brother or sister with him. He didn’t know anyone there.
He started looking for her.
As he spotted her standing on the stage, he smiled. She hadn’t grown any taller. But her attire made her look so grown up.
He waved at her once he knew that she saw him. She almost ran towards him from the stage.
“I thought you wouldn’t come...” she said.
“Well I do have a decent reason if I had decided not to come!”
“And that is?”
“It’s not your wedding. So why should I even come?”
“So why did you come then?”
“Because it’s a good enough reason for me to meet you kutty...” he said making her laugh.


A story about how I found a wonderful person and how he still happens to be the guy I always turn to when I feel down or when I feel happy. 
Belated Happy Birthday Razik....  

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


Okay guys, I am going to try something similar to “How I Met Your Mother”. I kinda like the way how every episode begins.

Year 2023:
‘Kids, the November of 2013 was the best Novembers of my entire life. My boyfriend at that time Greg broke up with me on the 25th of October exactly at 10:30 pm through a text message.
I was devastated.
So I did what I usually do when a girl breaks up with me.
I started writing a story about our relationship. I was sharing the first chapter to all my friends via facebook.’
“Hey I just read your prologue… Its nice…” the curly haired guy next to my locker told me.
I just murmured a Thank you and closed my locker with a bang indicating him that the conversation ended there.
“You should try NaNoWriMo…”
“Nano what?” I asked him.
“It’s more of a challenge. You gotta finish a fifty thousand word novel in a month. Give it a try…” he said before walking away.

‘That had my attention.
I signed up for this challenge and found that there was a facebook group for it where people from the same region gather for this challenge.
Joining that group was the best decision I had taken up until then.
I was introduced to a whole new world. A world where I met people who were as crazy as me, people who were too philosophical to be true, who had gone through so much in life and still put on a smile making everyone else smile.
I did finish my novel that November.

And that is where I met all your aunts and uncles…’

I would probably tell this story to my kids as well. Thanks to NaNoWriMo, I got back my confidence and my passion for writing. Now thanks to A to Z challenge, I am getting better with my short stories as well. 
Pic courtesy: Poppy

Mad Hatter

“Dude… You cannot buy that!” his voice came out louder than he intended it to be getting a little attention.
Unfazed to all those details his friend’s attention was fixed on the hat he was holding in his hand. He was grinning so wide that one could not even imagine what was going on in his mind at that particular moment.
He just walked straight to the billing section and bought the 45$ hat.


He wanted to show her the recent purchase. He bought that utterly expensive hat because he knew she would like it. But how to show it to her?
They were on a time-out, if you could call it that.
They just decide let’s not talk or text and go on without contact for exactly a month before one of them gives up and texts the other.
Right now they were in another such a period.
A devious idea comes to his mind as he poses in front of his mirror and clicks a picture.


‘You look good!’
He couldn’t help but smile at the new message.
‘That hat really suits you… J
He almost jumped in victory at that message.
That was all he could think of.
Before the awkwardness could take over he sent another message.
It did cost me a fortune. It’s about 2200 rupees.
‘That much money didn’t go waste. You look handsome as ever…’
He kept grinning at the message so much that he almost missed the second ping his phone emitted.

‘My dear mad hatter… <3’


A lot of guys do things that only their girl will like and love, even cherish. Just like how he buys a hat thinking that she would love it, I am writing stories thinking that you all will love it. 
Pic courtesy: Jenny Palmer

Monday, April 14, 2014

Lil Brothers


“Hi, Am I speaking to the Co-Founder of Memories forever?” a female voice inquired.
“Yes maam. How may I help you?”
“I had booked your service for a shoot long back. The date is kind of nearing. So I wanted to re-confirm it.”
“What kind of shoot are we talking about ma’am? Also can you help me with the date?”
“It is a wedding photography. Its supposed to be in the second week of August.”
“I am sorry maam. But we don’t do wedding photography.”
“I booked this particular service when you were doing wedding photography all those years back.” She giggled a bit.
“Ummm... May I know who this is?” he was already smiling.
“It takes you so long to recognize me?” she started laughing. “It is my wedding. Will you do the photography or should I call up some other photographer?”
“Sis...” he laughed. “Of course I am going to be doing it...”
“Is this it?” her fiancĂ© asked as they both got down.
“I guess it is. I have only been to their previous dance floor.” She walked inside.
As she was asking for directions to the guy at the reception another voice came from behind her.
“Oi...  Ask him to take care of the hip-hop classes. I will be back in an hour...”
She turned around to find the very person she came in search of. A look of confusion and recognition was there on his face.
“Remember me?” she went near him. He was still confused.
“Dei...” she said as he laughed at the realization. “How are you sis?”
“I am getting married...” she extended the invitation card to him and that is when he saw her amused fiancĂ© standing behind her.
“Do I need an invitation to come?” he scratched the back of his head.
“How many little brothers you got?” he asked as they got back into the car.

“About 10 of them!” she said trying to keep count of them all. “But these 4 are my college juniors...” she added.
“You go in, I will park the car be there.” He smiled. He knew she wanted invite all of them personally. He wanted to meet all these guys and see why she held them all close to her heart.
“There is someone waiting for you in the reception.” His colleague interrupted his deep facebook analysis. Closing his laptop he walked out to find a few people sitting there.
“Who is waiting for me?” he asked the receptionist.
Looking at the couple who were seated in the far corner of the waiting hall, he couldn’t quite figure out who was coming to meet him at his office.
As the lady stood up he started grinning. “How are you Mr.Body Builder?” she asked him.
Looking at her hand and at the tall man standing next to her “You are getting married akka?” making her blush.
“He is on his way here. He came back from a sports meet last night only.” He spoke placing the phone securely in his pocket.
“I spoke to that palm tree last night. He said he will come if I get him a flight ticket from US.” She said drinking the cold coffee.
“Yeah! But he also knows that you would probably kill him if he doesn’t come.” Her would-be muttered getting a sharp smack on his head.
“Akka...” a fourth voice came from behind them.
She just laughed at this guy who was wearing a pair of sweat pants and plain white t-shirt.
“You better dress properly when you come for my wedding... You buffalo...” she said making him laugh.
“It has been a long time since I heard you scold me...” he grinned making all of them laugh.
He looked at the sleeping woman beside him. They were currently on a flight heading back to his native place.

He had first suggested that they could simply send the invites through courier. But she was stubborn about giving it personally to these guys. 
He wondered why. But now he understood. He just smiled as she laid her head on his shoulder. He finally met most of his brother-in-laws.


This particular story is about the bunch of juniors I met during my final year of college. I spent very little time with them, but we all bonded so well that they respect me as their sister. Well that does come with the infinite amount of teasing (both from my side and their side) I wish them all a very very successful future. :)
Pic Courtesy: Johan Derycke

Korangu Kutty


She was very tired. She even considered sleeping on the stairs. She knew her husband would probably laugh at that thought. Opening the door to her apartment she found the said man watching TV.
“Football again?”
“League match...” he spoke not caring to help her with the grocery bags. As she placed the bags on the kitchen table she finds a basket.
Just as she fumbles to find the tag over it her husband yells from the living room “A package came in for you...”
‘To my dearest Korangu kutty’
She just stared at the tag.
Just then she felt two hands snake around her waist. “I knew you were called a lot of nicknames. But this one is new...”
“This was the first ever nickname I got.” She smiled as she took out a chocolate from the basket.
“Who gave it?”
“A girl whom I used to call as elder sister.” She started munching on the chocolate. Right now his interest football flew out the window. He wanted to learn about this mysterious sister he had never heard about.
“Have you told me about her?”
“She even came to our marriage.”
“How come I don’t remember her?”
“Because she couldn’t stay long. Also I never told you about this nickname...”
“So tell me about it...”
Right at that moment her phone rings diverting both their attention.
“Why don’t you ask her yourself...” she switched on the speaker phone.
“I got your sweet basket... Doneky sis...” she spoke.
“I am assuming you already started eating.” a soft voice spoke.
“So whats with the whole korangu kutty thing?” her husband couldn’t wait any longer.
“Don’t tell me you never told your hubby about it...” she laughed. “That is how I used to call her when we were in school.”
“Yeah she just told me that’s how her elder sister calls her. Didn’t know it was you. Aren’t you younger than her?”
“I am... But for me she will always be the younger sister who plays around, makes a big deal to eat her lunch, pesters me to get her stuff and always asks for a hug...”
“You left out the way I jump around...”
“Well that is one main reason I named her a monkey. But then she is like this little monkey who would hold on tight to its mother. I am no mother to her, but I always protect her...”

“I still remember the way you fought with me because I made her cry...” the husband laughed making the other two girls giggle.
“So what’s with the sweet basket?” she asked.
“Oh well... It’s just that... I am pregnant...”

And that was the last thing the husband heard before his wife started screeching and jumping like she had just seen a unicorn.


There is this girl who just keeps playing with me. She is 23 now. But she is the childish girl who would suddenly ask me for a pair of slippers or would say that she is craving for a pizza now. She knows I am protective of her and well, I call her Korangu (meaning monkey) she lovingly calls me Akka (Elder sister) though. 
This story is for her. *runs before she starts throwing stuff at me*
Pic courtesy: TheFW

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Joker Guy


She let her thoughts go wild as she sat in the car. She wanted to visit all those places he had taken her to. He knew very well that she loved to visit new restaurants and try out all the new/bizarre dishes on the menu. She was the loner who always chose loneliness while he would barge right in and drag her to some place or the other.
“Should I learn that you are in town from your facebook update? Idiot!” she heard him scold over the phone.
“Been a busy weekend man... Didn’t have much time to inform anyone!”
“Fine where are you?”
“Home! Why?”
“Good... come down... We are going to the beach...”
She just smiled as she grabbed her wallet and rushed downstairs to see him waiting for her.
She just stood there as the waves touched her feet. That particular memory brought her a sad smile. As much as she wanted to be alone, she hated loneliness as well. He understood that within days into their friendship.
“He said all those horrible stuff you know. I can never forgive him.”
“So your solution to that is to avoid me as well?”
“You will go and fight with him if I told you all that and I know for a fact that I will blabber everything to you the minute I see you.” she looked down.
There was an awkward silence. He started playing with her hair clip that was on the table nearby. *SNAP*
She looked up to find the broken pieces of her hair clip.
“You donkey...” she smiled hitting him and making him laugh.
“That was a vintage clip you know...”
“I don’t care. If breaking that takes to make you smile, then it’s cool...” he said getting another hard smack.
She still had that broken hair clip with her. It makes her smile every single time.
“Its already 9...” she whined.
“We will have dinner and be back.” He said as she sat behind him on the bike.
“So where are we gonna have dinner?”
“I don’t know...”
“You gotta be kidding me.”
He just laughed and drove a little faster shutting her up.
She came back home pretty late. She wanted to go to that particular restaurant they visited one time. He had said their chicken fried rice was something to die for.
When they did bring out the chicken fried rice, there was no chicken in it. She kept scolding him the whole time while they ate the plain fried rice.
He kept laughing the whole time making jokes about the chicken less chicken fried rice.
He was that one friend who just wanted to lighten up the mood where ever he went. The joker like guy who absorbed all the sadness but emitted a cheerful aura...

They both drifted apart as life went on. Just like it happens in any other friendship. But she will never forget his lame jokes and his ways of making her smile.


 I was stuck on J since I hadn't thought of a title for J before hand. And then this guy came to my mind. I know exactly what he will say when he reads this. And I want to hug him at times as well. Don't you all have that one friend who just cracks jokes all the time so that there is no sadness when he is around? 
This one is for you stupid... 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

I wanted to share something...


She hesitantly entered the room and sat on the comfortable looking chair. She liked that particular furniture there. Just when she was making a mental note to ask him about it before leaving, he entered the room.
“How are today?” he asked a subtle smile covering his face. She knew he was not supposed to smile at her. But he knew that his smile puts her at ease. So he smiles every time she comes to him.
“I am doing well.”
“If I am not wrong, our meeting was scheduled for the next week right?”
“Yes. But I wanted to share something with you. I am planning to meet you next week as well.” She beamed.
A part of him was not happy with the fact that she was glad to see him again and again. A greater part of him was just happy that she beamed about something. He had known her for a few months now and this was the first time she was truly proud/happy about something.
“So what is it?”
“I found out a way to relax. Well you have already suggested me those things. But none of them worked when I tried it out. So I combined some of it.”
“You see my office campus is a huge one. To get to the front gate you can use many paths. Most of them use the shortest way out. I chose the longest way out. That is through the drive way with all the trees on either side. I have a specific playlist for my walk back home. Those are the songs that either lift up my mood or put me into a deeper depression. I sing along the lines. Since no one walks that way, there haven’t been any causalities.” She laughed at her own joke.
“So you are saying you are calm by the time you reach home?”
“Kind of. It depends. But yeah! I get a little de-stressed. And there was something that happened last night. Every night I look up to see just clouds. I love the moon you see. Last night I glance up once there she is with all her glory and her calming effect. I got so happy. But then I look up again moments later and she is gone. It was as if she wanted me to see her. So she showed up just for me a only for a moment.”
He didn’t say anything. He just nodded.
“I got something for you.” She took out what looked like a greeting card and handed it to him. “Please accept it.”
As he took it, she bid him good bye and left.
There was a small letter to in the thank you greeting card.
‘Every time I say something, people tell me I haven’t seen much in life. They say they have seen harder times. They start comparing my life to theirs. That hurts way too much. Everyone has their own battles. While I am battling depression, anxiety and fear my mother battles her health problems. They haven’t seen how much I struggle to just fall asleep. They don’t see that my sleep gives me nightmares while sleep deprivation gives me health problems. They just say, be happy you are going through something that is not as worse as their life is. I would want to tell them off. When I say I haven’t had lunch, they need not take me to the cafeteria and make sure I eat. But the least they could do is not say that there are million babies in Africa that haven’t eaten as well. I know, even now I am ranting and that is bad. But with every happy thought I get, I get bad negative thoughts as well. Can’t help it.
I want to thank you though. No one takes time for my silliest happiness and achievements. But you do. I don’t think all therapists do that. I have seen quite a few so I know.
My relaxation technique works for a very small time. But I am happy that it does. Those happen to make my day and I go to bed with a small smile that I got to see the moon during that walk.

Thank you’

Do I have to say more to this story? I cried a bit while writing it. Never underestimate someone's pain. When you look from a distance it might look like a mustard seed but only the person carrying it would know the weight and depth of it. 
Thank you for the support from all you guys! My blog crossed 2000 hits! yay!!!!!
Pic courtesy: Andertoons

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Hungry... hope there's pudding!


He scrolled down the forum. The last entry to it was months ago. He was not surprised.  When there was Facebook, who was going spare a second glance at good old Orkut? He was bored to death.
The forum was to list out your favorite dialogues from Harry potter books or movies.
Most of them were the usual ones. Mostly it was stuff said by Harry, Ron or Dumbledore. He found it boring as well. But he kept scrolling.
One particular entry made him stop.
He started laughing at that one line.
So he started stalking that particular profile. Seeing what all has been posted from that person. There was no profile picture and the name was set in some weird font that did not allow him to actually read and recognize the word.
He noted that the user was not that active now. 
So he did what he could do. Write them a private message and hope to gain a new interesting friend.


The ping sound alerted her of a new email. She opened it to see a notification alert from Orkut.
‘Orkut is still functioning?’ she wondered opening the message.
She couldn’t help but smile at the short message on her screen. This guy has just sent out a message to some anonymous profile.
‘Hi Loony (I prefer to call you that),
Hopefully you are good. I was just wondering why you had given that particular line as your favorite dialogue. It intrigued me.
I like Luna as well. She saw the world in a different way. I hope you are a person like her and I hope I can share your view as well.’

She hurriedly logged into Orkut and searched through the forums to see what she had posted that made him message her. She started laughing as she found the particular entry.

“Hungry… I hope there’s pudding…” by Luna Lovegood.


Luna Lovegood has been an interesting character that intrigued me from the first time she was introduced in the books and the movies. Evanna had done a nice job in the movies as well. What really stuck onto me was this scene where she says "Hungry..." to no one particularly. We all would be having that friend who would do that. I used to do it sometimes. Out of the blue I will ask a friend if we could go have brownies from CCD or just plainly start baking them at home because I wanted some. Happy Reading! 
*texts a friend to bake cuppy cakes*

Tuesday, April 8, 2014



“Did she give you too much trouble?” the elder woman asked the younger one as the latter handed the sleeping little girl to the former.
“No trouble at all didi. She was a darling as usual…” the younger lady smiled.
“I don’t know. Either she is all well behaved with you, or you are the one who is spoiling her…”
“I pick the second option” butted in the said child’s father.
“If her aunt doesn’t spoil her, then who would?” the younger lady stuck out her tongue at him.
“Alright, I got a call at 11. Will catch you tomorrow.” she got up and walked to her apartment which was across the hallway.
“Why is she in such a hurry? Its just 7 right?” he asked as he carried the sleeping child to his room.
As he gently laid down the child in deep slumber she uttered “goggy… goggy papa…”
Although anger filled in him, there was this happiness that rose in him shadowing the anger.

*Few hours back*

“Aunty see…” the little girl pointed at her work of art on the wall. Her aunty smiled. She truly did love that child.
“Come here goo goo doll.”
As the tiny tot sat next to her she spoke again “You remember what to call your daddy?”
She nodded vigorously. “Goggy papa…” she giggled.
Her aunty burst out laughing. She had always wanted to teach her the word groggy (her brother’s famous nickname) and yet his daughter pronounces it in a different way making it a whole new nick name.
She kissed the little girl’s temple “That’s my favorite goo goo doll!”


While a few of you might recognize who this story is based on, I would like to enlighten the ones who are wondering about this mysterious yet comical groggy. I met him last November and he was always this big brother I wanted to bicker with from the beginning. He helped me write my first novel and then he became my punching bag most of the times (we have never met each other though) We all called him grizzly (he looked like a grizzly bear) in the beginning. And when he did shave that beard, he was always sleeping or hungover and then we started calling him groggy which kind of stuck onto him for a while now. I would like to dedicate this particular story to him. *runs before groggy comes to catch me*

Monday, April 7, 2014



“Fucking stupid phone...” he threw the mobile on his bed.
“Is everything alright?” she peeped in through the door.
“My phone has gone bonkers. Fucking phone...” he sat down trying to switch on the said electronic instrument.
“Phones don’t fuck...” she spoke making him laugh instantly.
“Bloody fucking retards... Can’t they see where the fuck they are driving?” he kept on muttering as he drove his bike.
“You know sometimes I feel like I am sitting through some Quentin Tarantino movie when I am with you...”
He laughed again. “You left out Martin Scorsese...” he said earning a smack on his head.
“Calm down woman.”
“Shut up and drive.”
“Fuck fuck fuck...”
“Sheesh... will you stop swearing?”
“I just fucked up this report... I am so fucked...”
“Swearing is not going to help you know.”
“It relaxes me...” he spoke, his eyes still fixated on the laptop screen while she just threw him a bewildered look.
“You are weird man!”
“Why do you keep swearing all the time?” she asked as they were about to leave.
“I don’t know... It’s sort of like a reflex for me...”

“Great reflex you got there.” She laughed walking towards the elevator.


 We all have that one friend who just keeps swearing all the time right? Well in my group I am the one who swears so much that people start requesting me to stop using those words. Can never control though! :P 

Sunday, April 6, 2014



I am just wondering...
“wondering what?”
Wondering if you grin as much as you grin through your texts...
“:-D thats for you to decide when you meet me...”
Eagerly waiting for that actually
“eeeeee... me too...”
He he he he... your grin is contagious man...
“Oh! Then I will stop... don’t want to infect you!”
But I like the grinning you...
“Eeeeee :D”
He he he he he
She always loved texting him. His texts had the power to make her smile. He had the strange way of inserting a mischievous accent in his text messages. She was happy with him.  

Few months later:
“Whom are you texting all the time honey?” a man in his mid forties asked as he enters the kitchen to find his wife laughing at her phone.
“Oh there is this new girl who has joined our firm. I am texting her only.”
“What exactly do you talk to her all day? And night if I might add?”
“Oh since she is new she gets a lot of doubts. So she texts me about it and we just start chatting from that.”
“And that makes you laugh?”
“Oh she uses hell a lot of these smileys and I can’t help but imagine her actually doing that face. Here... See for yourself!” she extended the phone and showed him the conversation.
He saw a lot of grinning smileys and childish ‘eeeee’
“She sure does seem to use that grinning smiley a lot...”
“Oh she grins a lot in person as well.”
“She must be a cheerful person...”
“She makes everyone smile...”

Little did they know that her smiles were as hollow as her heart had been when he left her...


I know the story is a little rushed and sucky... But had a writer's block... 
Hope you all enjoy this little story... Picture courtesy: Smiley faces

Friday, April 4, 2014

Devil Didis


“So how exactly are these aunts related to us?” her 15 year old nephew asked as the train started moving.
“They aren’t related us.” She replied looking out the window.
They were currently on their way to Mumbai to meet a couple of aunts. That is what she told him when it was decided that he would be spending his summer vacation with his aunt.
“They are just your friends then?”
“No. They are my sisters.”
“I don’t understand aunty...” he scratched his head.
She smiled again. He did not understand the joy of having a pen pal. He was exactly like his father, expecting a certain return value in every single action he takes.
“I met them one lovely November. Not physically. But that November I met their souls. Oh yes! Their souls... they are my soul sisters...”
“Something like soul mates?”
“You can say that. But it’s not exactly like that. Its so simple that you guys complicate it and say that you don’t understand...”
“Stop talking in riddles aunty.”
She started laughing at his frustration.
“Have you ever come across a complete stranger who turns into the caring big sister you never had in just one long chat conversation? Well that's who they are for me. they were just random people who happened to have the same interests as me one day and the next day they are the most irritating, nagging big sisters one can get.”
“Irritating and nagging?”
“Oh yeah! They irritate me with so many nick names that I lost track of them. they nag me to eat well, sleep well and stuff that I never follow them making them nag me more.” She smiled as she browsed through the photos in her mobile.

As she finished narrating the story of how two complete strangers became her best soul sisters they reached Mumbai.
Two women in their mid forties hugged her as soon as she got off the train.
“This is my nephew. He will be staying with me.” she introduced the young boy next to her.
“Did she tell you who we are?” one of them asked him with a wide smile.

“Oh yeah... You two are the Devil Didis who irritate and nag my aunty...” 


I wanted to write more. But I wanted to keep it short. I know that after reading this two particular females currently staying in Mumbai are going to somehow find a way to hug me to death! :P
Pic courtesy: Babyling street

Thursday, April 3, 2014



“Can I have another cup of tea?”
“Why not? I am a volunteer and I don’t like any of the other stuff kept here.”
“Too much tea is not good for your health!” he gave a goofy smile.

That’s how their friendship started. Or well he always calls her akka (big sister), so they have a bond deeper than friendship.

The hunky 6 feet tall guy calls this little girl (who looks younger than she is) akka and well, you can imagine how people would have mocked it. But they were always in their own little sphere of happiness, not caring about who said what.
It did get to her at one point. All those comments. But he was strong for her. Just like how a brother should be. They both had siblings. But still they called each other brother-sister.
He always had a way of starting a conversation with her.
“Chella kutty!” he will say in an almost bouncy voice that makes anyone wonder if he is grown up mentally. That is how he speaks when he is in a pleasant mood and just wants to spread the pleasantness to her.
All she does is raise an eyebrow and say “Okay what is it that you want now? Or else you won’t be nice with me…”
 Another way is 
“Eiii” that’s how he calls her when he is bored and just wants to talk…

But there was a day when he called her by her name. She knew something was off.
“She left me!” he told her. Cried to her. That was the first time she saw him crying. She consoled him. She made him realize that she was there for him just like he is there for her. That was the last time she saw him crying as well.
As he saw her number flash on his mobile he smiled. “Chella kutty!!!” he spoke with the same bouncy voice he had been using all these years with her.

His smile died down as he heard the message. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks. Just that she was not there to console him this time. 

I would like to dedicate this post to a special brother I happened to meet during college. He is far away now, but he will always be the big looking little brother for me. 
Special thanks to 4to40 greetings for the pic. 

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Bad Day

Here is the story for B 


“What happen?” she asked Jim who sat across her in the small lunch table. They both were the only ones at the lunch hall. It was too late and they both were used to this untimely lunch breaks.
“Bad day!” Jim spoke as he stared down at his sandwich as if the food was magically fly into his mouth.  
“That bad for you to sit like this?” she inquired again as she munched on her salad.
“Yeah. Lets not talk about it...” he pushed away his food and looked like he was about to cry.
That did it for her. “What the hell happened?” Jane almost yelled.
“My boss kind of scolded me for not writing the proposal draft properly.” He spoke. She knew that Jim’s boss was a nice man and the maximum kind of scolding he could do is, ask someone to redo it immediately.
“So you sit here almost in tears because your boss asked you to rewrite a proposal?” she was puzzled.
“It was not fair ok!” he spoke.
“C’mon its not that bad. We all get these kind of rejections and stuff right? Cheer up man.”
“Life just isn’t fair. This is the worst day of my life!” he banged the table.
She just looked at him with utmost irritation. She had to deal with his whining almost every day. Jane slowly finished her salad.
“As I sit here, my one year old son is sick and is being taken care of by my neighbours. I have to come to work because there is a supposedly meeting which would probably be cancelled just like it got cancelled the past few days. And yet my boss won’t accept my leave. Just when I think that the day can’t be anymore eventful, I get a call that my father has yet again had a partial seizure and I cannot go visit him because he is living almost 2000 miles from here. Finally I had to pick up the slack because my boss just had to mess up an important report that needs to be submitted tomorrow, which is going to make me pull an all-nighter tonight. And you say you had a bad day?” she got up with a smile and walked out of the lunch hall with pride.
Jim couldn’t help but watch her with something that was a mixture of respect and fright.


We all have seen that one person who just keeps complaining without understanding that they have a lot to thank for? Well this story was inspired by one such person I have seen :P
I just hope they don't recognize that this story is about them!!!  

Tuesday, April 1, 2014


I found this A-Z challenge and thought why not give it a try... Hope you all enjoy it as well.


Why laughing now?

She couldn’t tell him that she just found it adorable now, can she?
“Well I just imagined us both bickering over who is cute and I find it adorable”
As she waited for his reply, her imagination went wild. She could have gone when he asked her out on a second date. She should have gone out with him again. But she declined it. She made up a story of having curfews at her place and rushed back. She did regret it. But he was so “dangerously” attractive that she was scared for a moment.  

I am not adorable. I am strong and dark.

She laughed at his reply. Yet again they were having their usual arguments and he was denying everything she told him.
“You are adorable and cute”

It was mostly like this. Their friendship started through texting. It did not start with a random ‘Lets be friends’ text. A common friend needed both their helps in a play. She was helping with the script while he helped with the stage design. They both never met. So when she was relocating to another city, she decided to meet him. And that’s where the spark started.

I am not adorable or cute…

“Well you need not be all pink and small to be adorable. The way you act with me is adorable.”

That may be due to the reason that I am dumb

“You are not dumb. You are just cheerful…”

Yeah a joker!

“You are not a joker... Not one now and never will be a joker.”

But jokers are cheerful.

“Jokers are sad on the inside! So you are not a joker!”

I am not a joker for anyone else J


Only you… J


Don’t awww me… I am not 5… :P

“But you are cute…”

I am not cute

“Yeah keep denying everything I say.”

That’s because you are wrong. :P

L ok….”

Don’t be sad… you can call me whatever you want J


I am not 5

“You are 5 for me…”

Wrong. I am six :P


Manly manly! :P

She laughed at his response. She found herself expecting his text all day. Her day began with his good morning and ended with his good night. No matter how busy they both got, they never once failed to greet each other. She found it cute that he acted all goofed up only with her, or that is what he claimed. She found out that she felt way attracted to him, now that he keeps saying that he behaves that way with her alone.

She found herself falling hard for him. Her own adorable puppy love!


If you are looking for a back story, don't worry. There is one! Ofcourse there will always be a story behind every story I write! Who is behind this story, you ask? That is going to be a secret :P 
But this was a special conversation I cherish. I am sure everyone reading it is going to be smiling by the end of the story :D