My sister has always been an angel. Her skin was dark and blemish free, the color of the smoothest blend of chocolate. Her legs were long and firm, soft as a leafling. My eyes were a deep brown, darker than my own and sharp like a knife’s edge glinting in the firelight. Our parents were […]
It was a cloudy night, the dark clouds covered the sky, and not a single star was at sight. The trees shook their branches, dancing in anticipation of the upcoming storm. We were heading speedily towards the unfinished building where Steve was held at ransom. He had dark brown eyes which complimented his blond hair, moderately built physique, charismatic personality and for most of the part, he was a very conceited person.
“What’s the favorite time of your life?”, my friend had asked me out of the blue one day. A question like that really makes you wonder about your life and all the memories you’ve lived through in a very different way. All of a sudden, it’s as if your life is a movie and every moment you’ve ever lived now has double takes of emotions and drama. When I thought of this question with respect to my life, I could remember all the tiny achievements that I’d had when I was a little kid, like the fashion show I participated in dressed as a Malayali girl and how my mother made me learn a Malayalam phrase by heart so that I would get extra points.
Everybody was rushing about the Central Park of Connaught Place. Police cars were swarming around the park. One side of the circle was completely shut off. A building lay flat on that road.
Home, after twenty years, finally home. She walked into her room, so familiar, yet unrecognizable. As she looked around, she realised how little things had changed back home. It felt like she had stepped into a “time vault” of her own creation, from her soft toys to her artwork as a child, everything perfectly preserved.
Some people believe that a traumatic childhood often leads to the occurrence of strong, vivid but dull memories throughout the sufferer’s life, children with disturbing childhood experiences make horrible adults. If I choose to accept this theory, then I have no doubt or shame in accepting that I am an unstable individual. My therapist once said to me, “Gina, you can afford to live your life the way your mind allows you to. You don’t always have to swim, sometimes floating is enough,” Since then life has been easier, not happier because, for something to be happier, it first has to be happy. I often get such thoughts when I am walking around these empty streets, streets I grew up on.
It was just another day at the 911 emergency help service in the city. Random calls of theft, shoplifting, fire, and fraudulent activities were being attended by the officials devoted to working for the betterment of the citizens every day.Though all of this seemed to be a very regular activity of sorts, it soon turned […]
2020 “Have you seen The Truman Show? That’s precisely what we’re going for,” claimed an exuberant Roger McMahon. He continued,” We find a family that would willingly accept the proposition and has their child’s life telecast 24 bar 7. Here’s the catch – the kid will never know he’s being filmed. We are going to […]
Nitya Singh aspires to be a Kathak dancer. Waking up at 5 to practice before she goes to school, is as natural to her as breathing. Although because of her shy nature, she never found the courage to tell others that she is a dancer. But that is going to change. She is going to […]
Upcycled clothes, age old steel tiffins, kilometres of walking, use of public transport, hand-me-downs, and a plastic bag full of plastic bags – the typical middle class environment. While each middle class family has its own set of issues to deal with, there is something that connects all these together – their desire to emulate […]