Standing At The Threshold

Standing At The Threshold

The farewell resonated profoundly within her. She yearned for him to articulate the emotions she craved to hear. Was her affection unrequited? Did he not possess any feelings for her? Or was he possibly encumbered by jealousy over his academic performance, which paled...
The Valuable Trunk Box

The Valuable Trunk Box

I tucked my bag beneath my seat and leaned back against the plush cushioning of the Rajdhani Express, which I had boarded from Mumbai Central, heading towards Delhi. As I perused the passenger manifest on my handset, a delightful piece of information caught my...

THE TRUE HERO

The seventh-grade students eagerly lined up outside the Principal’s office to hand in their creations for Mother’s Day. The kind middle-aged Principal, encouraged all students to either create a drawing or write a few lines of prose or poetry in honour of...
My first day at work

My first day at work

I stepped into the lady’s compartment of the 7.09 Virar-Churchgate local on the first morning of my work. In Mumbai they say that if you have travelled by this jam-packed train, then you can survive anywhere. Every halt brought more ladies into the compartment....
The Sponsorship

The Sponsorship

Seated on her reclining chair on the verandah of her posh three-bedroom apartment,  Priyanka Sethi savoured her evening tea. She inhaled the enchanting fragrance of the petrichor that accompanied the first rains. Such recreational moments were possible only on...