Little was said. Too much was felt. The words tore them apart, erasing the good years. Only photographs kept the evidence. Their love for each other was pushed to the back of their hearts. And life went on.
"I can't share you with so many people," she complained. "But they're my friends," she replied. They continued walking in silence. She tried again. "But I'm like your sister!" They had reached the end of the long road. "Let's take one last selfie?" When the camera clicked, none of them were smiling. Still, she posted…Read more Ending it right
The three friends had a competition. Who could do the most skips without stopping? Arun could do 40 and Debolina skipped 35 times before the rope got stuck under her foot. Giri had been able to skip only 10 times before huffing and puffing to a stop.“Giri! You are not able to skip or jump…Read more Greedy Giri – Part II
Mary hated going to school. Every day, she hoped that the teachers would not ask her any questions in class. It wasn’t that she didn’t know the answers because she always did. It also wasn’t because she had a soft voice. The problem was her stammering. Whenever Mary tried to speak, her sentences turned out…Read more Mary Goes on Stage
Disagreement was normal. "We certainly can't agree on everything," she said. Her soon-to-be ex-friend thought otherwise. She formed her lips into an ugly frown. Her eyes turned darker than coal. "If we think differently, how can we be best friends." It wasn't really a question. They continued sipping their mochas. The others in the cafe…Read more No Agreement
"Mother, I can't find it!" Lately, Tista couldn't find anything in her room. Her mother was tired of hearing her shout every day. Just like every other day, Mother said, "Maybe you wouldn't have so much trouble finding your things if you cleaned your room once in a while. As always, Tista continued her search…Read more The Game Without a Name – Part I
The fat eggplants rested by him. Most of the tomatoes and spinach had found homes that morning. It was too early to leave the bazaar but not too early to have his puffed rice. His hard worked, wrinkled hands, diced an onion to add some flavor to the humble snack. While he chewed and thought…Read more Afternoon in the Bazaar