The beginning

It was late in the night and I was just about to fall asleep when I saw Whats App message from my dear friend – Hi, I have broken up. I sat down and contemplated for a second and I had this weird intuition that this time it was for real. There was no phone call from her, no message from him, just a simple message left on my phone. I could not sleep. I knew that even if I called on her phone, she would not pick up. I took a blanket and sneaked up the stairs to the terrace with some hot tea. Continue reading “The beginning”

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Discretion Part 2

I sat down on my bed and looked at the watch. I knew his flight had already landed. I knew he must be getting ready. I looked at myself in the mirror for good five minutes, trying to understand if I had changed.

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While my appearance did change I was unable to figure if I was the same person.

I had asked him to meet me near the Hard Rock Cafe in Times Square. Anyone could find it easily in New York. I stood there patiently waiting. I could hear somewhere someone playing a saxophone. Through the swarm of crowds, I could not figure out who it is was or where the music was playing. That is what I love about New York, beneath the energy of the city, the city can terse time into smaller pieces of melody. Continue reading “Discretion Part 2”


Discretion: Part 1

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Photo courtesy: Dali from Google Images

“Stop”, I shouted. But she did not look back.

“Stop! Stop!” I kept on screaming but she did not stop. I had said something which I knew was irreparable. I sat hopelessly on the bus stand and tried calling her. But she did not pick up. Continue reading “Discretion: Part 1”

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The crazy Bunch I

I woke in the morning and saw my mother cleaning the house. I yawned and asked, “Who is coming now?”  I was feeling groggy, after a long time I was in the house where I grew up.

“Your Dadu from Dadar is coming,” answered my mother.  I got up brushed my teeth quickly. We are not really related by blood with grandfather (Dadu) of Dadar but nevertheless he was a grandfather who was an inspiration to me and my brother. Continue reading “The crazy Bunch I”