Tamarind tree

As soon as the school bell rings, children run out of the towering stone building, screaming in delight because it is break time. Few of them run to the swing set, and a long line of children await their turn. The see-saw, merry-go-round, slides are almost always occupied during break. The peeling paint, creaking chains…

The special kite

It was almost evening and the two sisters were bored. Muma was going to get back home late. They had played kitchen, doctor, detective, scientist, butterfly and housefly and what not. Now they wanted something new. The elder sister who was in charge when muma was out had an idea. She decided to make a…


The artist who had crafted it, had done so in exact imitation of the single blood red rose vine that grew in the garden outside the mansion one spring.  The silver mirror was always spotless, reflecting the embossed wallpaper on the opposite wall. On the dresser there were several items placed neatly, but the most prominent was the dark brown coffer box.

Outside the blue door

Mundane everyday scenes sometimes become a major part of life. What lies beyond this little blue door ?

The Meal

It was almost evening. She was frantically running around the house. There was so much left to do and they would be here any minute now. An aroma of rich spices wafted from the kitchen…

The Shadow Of Someone

It was carried with utmost care.  Four men from the shop three houses from the Garden View house and a little to the right carried it and climbed a long flight of stairs that didn’t seem to end.  The heavy oak door opened to their relief and in they went, treading carefully on the red…

From The Shadows

I couldn’t sleep. I got out of bed and went to the balcony. A solitary street light was glowing dimly. Not a single leaf moved. A few lights flickered in the distance, but all was quiet. Yet there was something about the air that night, I just couldn’t tell what it was. Maybe it was…

The Decision

The windows were tall, the drapes a little too long that they crumpled while touching the ground. He lay in bed, eyes shut. A drop of sweat trickled down his temple. The building’s air conditioning was in no way helping the sultry weather and the air vent rattled as it took heavy ragged breaths.

The Hotel At Alandi

I didn’t know how long I had been driving, but guessing from how exhausted and hungry I was, I think it had been over three hours. I was returning from an official trip to Kolhapur. I was slightly on the outskirts of Pune, but wasn’t sure where. All I knew was that I needed to…


A thing which had been discarded and, instead of having been disposed off with the other useless things, had found refuge in the solitary ward of Number 7. It was the most beautiful thing in the entire asylum, more beautiful than the bed of wild flowers along the wall of the compound.