Their love was like a volcano threatening to erupt. It was a combination of intense passion and infatuation that kept their days and nights exciting. Friends worried that it was too hot and dangerous to last. They knew it would end with a scary bang. So no one was surprised when it ended with murder.
Blueberry muffin and coffee for company. Silence around the small coffee shop. It was every writer’s bliss. Even the guy at the next table seemed engrossed in a book. A quiet bookworm — she approved. It was a productive afternoon until she noticed that he was reading one of her books!
It was hard being asked what she wanted. Should she admit that she yearned for a soul mate who would love her inspite of the dark cloud she lived in? Or would she choose to be cautious and say that she wanted the same things as everyone else? The trouble was, nobody understood how it… Continue reading What do you want? – A flash fiction piece
Her parents told her to keep herself busy. “You just need to keep your mind occupied.” She wished they understood the turmoil in her head. Friends were sick of what they called her ‘negativity’. Nobody liked the dark cloud that she carried with her.
She measured her worth in kilograms. Higher the number on the scale, lower the self esteem. Love was impossible as she was too fat to deserve any. Respect was hard to get when she treated herself so unkindly. It took years of misery to realise that she was not her weight - she was much… Continue reading You are not Your Fat
She was a good liar. Any queries about her day and her health were met with a smile and forced warmth. She never said no even on the worst days because she wanted to be there for everyone. But she wasn’t okay. One of them told her to ‘cheer up’. Another asked her to take… Continue reading A Good Liar
When I’m drowning in darkness, I think of you. When I’m thinking of disappearing, I remember you exist. When I’m dealing with the war in my head, I know you are with me.
She didn’t believe in romance. All that looked good in books and movies. Real life was more about average looking people with worries to take care of. Cupid couldn’t hit her stubborn head but he managed to shoot some love into her heart when she least expected it. It was quite romantic, as she admitted… Continue reading Love Struck
Nose stuck in a book or eyes glued to her Kindle - that was how she liked to be most evenings. Work done, cats fed, armchair travel made her introvert personality happy. Thirty something woman in a world where the rest of the human population did not understand how being alone didn't equate to terrible… Continue reading The Happy Bookworm
Roses made her happy. She often filled her bedroom with them. Growing up with movies and books around her, she had believed that roses should be a gift from a lover. Fast forward to her 30s, the same girl had become a woman who didn’t wait to get what she wanted.