Aman Ki Aisha

Illustration by: Nidhi Chanani 1 1 April, 1998 “Stop! Stop! Stop!,” shouted Mani, at the top of her voice, before turning her gaze, upon the TV screen. Aman obeyed the instruction, and stood at the edge of the veranda (on his bare feet), holding the bamboo stick (with a TV antenna clamped to it), in hisContinue reading “Aman Ki Aisha”

What is love?

What is love? Is it in mother’s hug, when the child cries… Or in the child’s cries, if the mother dies?   What is love? Is it when a father holds the thumb, of his only child… Or when the child stumbles, when father is not, standing by his side?   What is love? Is itContinue reading “What is love?”

I Am Yours and You Are Mine

He whistled. It was not the usual whistle that he blew to sing his favorite Kishore Kumar songs, with melody, romance, and emotions in the right proportions. It was a harsh one. The melody was missing completely and the tone was as inappropriate as the words of a newborn baby. No one including him hadContinue reading “I Am Yours and You Are Mine”

The Two of Us

I was born somewhere, You were from other place. One day we discovered each other, And we found our solace. You were different, Different from who I was. When our eyes engaged, There was a brief pause. Two of us met, and Discovered a new world. In the dictionary of our language, Love was theContinue reading “The Two of Us”

An Unending Love Story

The rain has come again. This time the drops are tumultuous, unlike the first time I saw you; they followed a melodious song back then. Drenched in the raindrops, struggling to hold your umbrella upright, you were tittering and trying to make your way forward. I gaped at you for a while and the firstContinue reading “An Unending Love Story”

From Your Old Lover

It’s still a matter of joy to go out for a walk, even though I can barely walk. I need help for the slightest of tasks. Today when I walked in to our café, a young boy had to open the door for me. I was dismayed to see how things had changed. Remember whenContinue reading “From Your Old Lover”

A Romantic Conversation

Well… Weather is a nice conversation starter, how is it doing at your place? Excuse me… Do we even know each other? Yes we do. I am someone who asked you about weather, and you being yourself, responded rudely. That is so cliched. Should try it on someone else. Now that is cliched. Every secondContinue reading “A Romantic Conversation”