Get kicking soon, ok?

Bad stuff happening to people you care deeply about inevitably has a very depressing effect on you. One of my friends has recently met with an accident and is in a lot of pain. :-( I wish I could do something to help, but hell, there is nothing much anybody can do. I wonder how much all the 'get well quick' messages really help in a speedy recovery. All I can do is try....just a hopeless attempt...to cheer her up! So here goes...my utterly despicable...

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"Fiddling with fidelity" : My entry for the Get Published contest

The Idea The story is about two brothers and their cousin, each of whose love lives has taken a very different trajectory. The cousin, the wealthiest and eldest among the three is a two-time divorcee. Raised with middle-class values, he still wishes desperately to settle down and is about to hesitatingly tie the knot for a third time. Among the brothers, the elder’s marriage is passing through a rough phase, teetering on the edge of a divorce. The younger brother is struggling with an online relationship with a girl studying abroad. The...

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Indifiction workshop

Ahh..my dear followers...(which,btw is a rapidly dwindling community), there is a cool new initiative launched by some folks for fiction lovers at Indifiction workshop. If you love fiction (maybe even harbor pet dreams of getting published one day yourself), I urge you to check the link out. I just posted a story of mine there. My story's nothing great. You'll probably get bored to death reading my entry. So I would suggest you to read the other entries in stead. Some of them are literally mind-blowing. And yes, this link hosts fiction...

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Did you know that?

The ambient white light bounced gently off the soft contours of Disha’s shoulders as she walked across the room. The dark hair of the long-legged vision in a blue sari meandered behind her as she quickened her pace to reach where Vikram was standing. “Hi Vikram, how are you?” She asked in a mellowed tone. He swallowed hard, mesmerized by her voice. It was rich and soft, yet strangely compelling, as were her eyes. Fathomless amber. Eyes that seemed able to look into him and through him at the same time. Five years ago they had cut through...

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Life...

You see when you watch movies like Student of the Year, you usually don't get the entertainment you had craved for. But one thing you get-motivation. To shed all the extra pounds of flab making a mess of your body. Heaven knows I was sitting through the entire movie just making mental notes of what workouts I should be doing to get a boost whenever I cast a look at myself in the mirror again. All in all, I should say that mission was accomplished.Sweat and pain begin in full swing from today. My belly is already groaning in protest. :-) Last...

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Thicker Than Water-Final Chapter

After a hour long drive, they arrived at Jaiswal’s residence. Jaiswal got out of his car and was about to take out his bag when he saw a piece of salwar sticking out of the car door. Suddenly alarmed, he yanked the door open to see a frightened Meera lying on the floor. “What the fu..”, Jaiswal left his sentence hanging as he dragged Meera out of the car, grabbing her  rudely by the hair. Meera screamed in pain and her left foot shot forward to hit Jaiswal in his right shin. Jaiswal grit his teeth to tune out the agony in his bones and...

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Thicker Than Water-II

Present day: Two hours ago Meera sighed as she looked at the Louis Vuitton shoes her sister, Sameera, had got for her birthday. There was no way her parents would splurge so much on her. They were nothing alike, she and her sister. Sameera was the outgoing Queen Bee who dressed in Hollister skirts and Abercrombie tops. Meera was the one who lurked around by herself in thrift-store clothing and ragged sneakers. Sameera carried around a practically limitless credit card. Sameera was their parents' favourite, and everyone knew it. It was an open...

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Thicker Than Water

A cold shiver ran down Meera’s spine as the darkness engulfed her. Not a tiny crack of light anywhere. She tried to move, but her arms were blocked by the doors in front and the shelves behind. There was hardly an inch or so between her breasts and the doors. She let out a sob and cramped her hands against the doors, pushing with all her might. The rough edges of the wooden shelves dug rudely into her back, as she heaved and strained. The solid heavy doors didn't even creak. She screamed. And screamed again. Cold sweat rushed out of her skin pores....

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Just hate me...

It's not me I' m worried about. Not my heart, but it's you. I live with pain, I snuff it out. But for you, it is too new. We live far apart,far too much- I can't bask in your scent; The distances are vast as such, All we can do is resent. Can't drown my face in your hair, Can't kiss or cradle your chin; Can't blow you kisses in the air. Can't stroke your lips as you grin. But far more important, far more Is that I make...

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Trying not to love you

Rohit stated incredulously, "Really? Your eyes didn't sting or anything? I mean not even a teeny weeny bit?" Monica shook her head with a naughty stubbornness. "No, I didn't cry a bit!" "You're such a guy!" Rohit's lips broke into a teasing smile. "How could anybody hold back the tears after watching Barfi 's ending?" "Seriously,what size bra do you wear?" Monica remarked, a hint of mischief twinkling in her eyes. "I'm not so  girly and emo like you!" "Hey!" Rohit laughed and replied. "I'm just nice, friendly,...

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Definitely,maybe

**Disclaimer: For adults only. If raunchy stuff is not your thing, or you are below 18, just stay away! :-D Rest of you, hop in!! ** I stared down at the naked woman sleeping next to me, noting the way her long dark hair fanned out across her pillow like someone had spilled a pot of black grape-juice, and told myself this would be the day, this would finally be the day that  I left  her. Her  bare  shoulder  peeked  out  from  the under  the  covers  and  I mentally  connected...

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Coupling

There is a schoolmate of mine, settled in US, who once told me ,"Choice is the root of all evil". It was kinda an odd-ball discussion to be having on a FB chat, but then again weirder stuff has happened with me on social forums. (Don't ask!!) He was actually trying to impress on me the viability of an arranged marriage over a romantic one. Apparently, his mom had got hold of a foreigner (who according to my friend was pretty hot) for him to tie the...

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Escape

“Hey brother!,” came a velvety voice from the street along side the dark Koregaon Park. Vishal reluctantly stopped and looked at her, sweat dripping under his shirt. “Where are you sneaking to, handsome?” “Er, nowhere. I’m just..,” Vishal didn't know how to complete the sentence. “Better watch out. It’s not safe walking alone this late around here,” the gorgeous woman said. She was one of many hookers that stand around the big park. Vishal had come around to sneak a look at them, as he did on lonely Saturday nights. But look is all that he...

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