“Remember me? Remember me?” I want to run down the corridor, screaming. And you’ll look at me with disdainful non-recognition. Then, when I stop crestfallen and stumble on the last step, you’ll throw your head back and laugh. My cheeks burning, my eyes stinging and my nose suddenly all water…
She looked younger in real life. Younger, not better. At least, in the photograph on the website she was smiling. “Sandeep? Hi. Sharia.” He was already on his feet, shaking her hand. Then he stopped, hoping it wasn’t too vigorous a handshake and that her fingers weren’t hurting. He settled…
I was curious about erotic literature, especially after the horrendous 50 Shades of Grey and the rather insipid S.E.C.R.E.T. Much of sex really is about things other than the act, secrets, emotions, grief, nostalgia, family and promises. I’m coming to believe that good erotica is a story that recognizes this….
“Flowers and chocolate. Jewellery is always welcome, of course. And don’t be shy of perfumes.” Sheena announced. A grunt was all she got for her airy declarations, before Ajit turned to the waiter. Sheena slumped back in her seat, downcast. Maybe talking about jewelery and perfume was a bit much….
It turns out that May is Short Story Month. So I’m going to try and serve up a Tiny Tale every day through May. Enjoy! ====================================================== Chandran stepped into his hawai chappals, grimacing. Even his slippers were slick with sweat. Nevertheless, he moved to the balcony, hoping the sky would…
Going solo is a constant journey of self-discovery. I started mine with a movie ticket for one. A friend said she’d never do that. Then she surprised me.
It’s no secret, my grand love affair with books. I’ve also written about my obsession with bookstores, big and small. Flipkart has replaced Landmark in my affections because it’s so much more convenient. But I do miss the adventuring that went with real world, poking-through-shelves book browsing. A bookworm needs…
For best results, paste on electric box. This month’s blockbuster promises to be quite electrifying: Current Maare Goriya
Let us be playersLet us be opponentsLet us be partners-in a dance, in a game Let us be loversLet us be othersLet us be close, only in name Let us be foesLet us be strangersLet us be okay with all things not being the same Let us be all theseLet…
I razzed up an antique tussar silk saree with a different drape and an unusual accessory. This was for a friend’s wedding.