Sunday, 24 May 2015

A Closure


Fulki was staring at the rustling leaves of the tree outside her window. A couple of small sparrows were tweeting and playing with each other. They seemed so happy, so carefree. Like she was. Once upon a time; a long, long time back.

The door to her room opened and her mother’s husband entered. She saw a gift-wrapped box in his hands and looked away. She didn’t want to touch that but she didn’t know how to refuse. He had always been nice to her despite of her resentment. Maybe she could ignore the gift and make everyone forget about it?

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

I Swear, Delhi


“This f***ing system is so f***ing slow”

“He’s b*****. Most of the times, he doesn’t know what the f*** he’s doing!”

“Aree b*****, how long does it take to cross the f***ing road?”

“What the f***?!”