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Twist

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//  She was staring at the passing trees, one after another. Unlike the roads of her city, this was a pleasant path to drive. No frequent brakes, no honking, no shifting of gears on every signal. Although she wanted to, but she wasn’t driving. She was at the back seat of a hired sedan on her way to Nandi Hills from Bangalore. She was strictly instructed neither to drive her own car for this visit nor carry her smartphone for the journey. Mishika had never witnessed this feeling. It was a mixture, she was nervous but also very excited about it. She wasn’t joyous but wasn’t sad either. She had been to Nandi hills before. But not like this – alone without any phone, without telling her daughters, without her husband’s knowledge. Her husband, every time she thinks about him, her eyes welled up. Atul and she had been married for the past seventeen years now, have a beautiful home with two beautiful daughters. Yet, she’s on her way to hills to meet another man without anyone’s knowledge....
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Terrible Things

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                                7th February 2019 Rose day: On your tombstone, it is written – “On 14th of February, Peter Stan went out of love to give, but never stopped receiving it.” It has been 14 hours and 359 days since you passed away. I miss you. Today is rose day, so I’ve come to celebrate it with you. I put a red rose on the ground – underneath it, you’re sleeping peacefully. I sit there with a blank mind, scratching the dirt. I wonder if departed people find love beyond death, too? I think of your beautiful face, the last time I saw you, your lips were pale, you had lost your hair and your eyes were heavy, but somehow, you were smiling. You with your goddamn beautiful smile. I look at the rose lying above you that will always remain unaware of your touch. In this sudden silence, I remember an old conversation we had. You had said, “I’m like a rose. I open petal by petal. Before I t...
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A Letter to my ex best friend

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  “ SOMEBODY ASKED ME IF I KNOW YOU.  A MILLION MEMORIES FLASHED THROUGH MY MIND BUT I JUST SMILED AND SAID ‘I USED TO’  ” Hey former friend! How are you.. Good? Not good? I don't care. I am miserable. Utterly miserable. That, I care. Not that I am selfish, but I have no reason to be worrying about you anymore. After all, we have officially broken up. Yes, it is a break-up, even worse than that of a romantic relationship. And why wouldn't it be? We were inseparable, so much so, that people joked about us being in a relationship even when we were not. If a fallout leaves you shattered and full of self doubt, you can call it a break up right? I am not exaggerating. I am so far sunk into my sadness that I don't even remember why we fought in the first place. Just a vague recollection of a series of text fights and nasty arguments.. but try I might.. the only overwhelming emotion now is that of the emptiness of your spot in my life! And believe me, I have tried to overcome it...
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The Wedding

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"Oh my God!" "What? What is it?" The girl grabbed onto her friend's wrist and her eyes went round. She forced them both to a stop and pulled out a magazine from her backpack and flashed it in front of her friend's face. "Yeah. Buddhadev Sen Gupta...So? Why are you getting excited about a magazine you bought ten minutes back?" She turned him to face the other side and pointed, "Because he's sitting right there in front of us!" I sighed. The beard and all black outfit were clearly not a good enough cover-up. I adjusted to sit more comfortably on the sofa in the hotel lobby. The teenagers neared me with a polite hesitation and the girl mumbled, "Excuse me, sir?" I looked up and said, "Hi..." She broke into an even bigger grin and gushed, "Oh my God! I knew it was you! This is the best day ever! I am so excited! I love you! I mean...uh...I love you as...a fan!" She turned red in the face and her friend took o...
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A Story That Kept Me Awake

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“ Baba, I really wish you didn't take up this shift. ” I smiled at my beautiful, loving daughter. She always cares too much about me. As I do the same for her. She needs to go to dance school. She loves dance, my lovely girl. I want her to learn at a proper school and these school fees are expensive. I want her to have a shot at all her dreams. If this is one of her dreams, I want her to achieve it. I am a taxi driver. I had decided to take up the night shift at the cab company I was working for. It was unofficially called the ‘ After Hours ' shift. However, this is not really my story. This is the story of how one passenger helped me stay awake on my very first day at this new shift. I am getting ahead though. I must begin where all stories begin. At the beginning. My taxi was booked to drive a gentleman from Ranaghat to Behala that night. It was a 3 hour journey. The gentleman sat next to me instead of behind like everyone else does. I looked at him curiously and switched on...
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