Fiction

                                                             The Lady In The Wheel Chair.  She was still not feeling at ease. It seemed aeons before she again sat on her lap top for a little while she went blank but like the person who had suffered a heart attack and was being  continuously  resuscitated  till he got immediate treatment, she likewise spurred her senses and let them not be atrophied. Her fingers raced on the key board…She was disorganized but she continued....what…oh God nothing was emerging.....she panicked her brain was getting sterile…no.. It was unbearably hot. Asha looked out of her window  it still looked steely hot outside though the day had waned.The parting light of the setting Sun had diffused into a blunt shine which was a mixture of grey and white which gave rise to a pervasiv...

                                        Catharsis She was running with a fast pace, her  brain  racing along.  She somehow wanted to  rein in her agitating  mind.The gym did  not help.The desert in  her heart raised the mist which seemed to be choking her.   She  was fearing whether  she would   ever be able to thaw  her  heart which had turned as hard as the rock of Gibraltar  , indifferent to human emotions. The garden around her was in full  bloom.It was spring. It was spring when she had  met Amit a suave  and graceful boy who with his somber voice  and attractive persona stole her heart. She was quite a bindas  girl and engrossed in her world of  books  and academics. But Amit took hold of her imagination and all he...

     Ram Kumar was exceptionally over excited. He had finally got through  the noose of red tapism and got his visa made. He might have checked his  rack- sack  several times in order to be sure about the safety of his paasport. Luckily he was assigned  the counter where one north- eastern officer was in charge and he could manage well because these officials have fair knowledge of the native tongue. He was instructed by his son to carry all his IDs  and other proofs of his financial assets to get through the formalities.He had also instructed him to apply for a shorter period in order to secure visa hassle free.  Since  mentioning  a long duration could   make them suspicious of his intensions of over stay in the country. Ram kumar complied with all the instructions because he was quite apprehensive not to miss the visa. It was virtually a drudgery  to go through all the formalities . At  every step there was ...

                                          The Leash Leena was chattering  and   nit - picking at the same time at her mobile phone but at  the back of her mind she was thinking of her evening out. The entire area of her residence was gradually turning into a perennial  dust bowl with  all pervading constructions coming up and sometimes the scene turned fantastic when the summer storms blew. All the tucked away debri  would rush forth from their hidden niches and get sucked in the whrill  of the spinning storm. The  doggy poos  which generally got disintegrated  by the fiery vehicles joined  the swirl like some   bits and pieces of falling meteors  in  the riotous dance.Now   it was the turn of...

                                                The Grit. She was a charming woman in her  mid thirtees but not showing it.Her wide mouth contained two   fresh rows of teeth which shone when she  talked. She always covered her head quite  deftly with a dupatta  which  never slid away.Mona liked  the rhythmic shaking of her head when she was busy talking.Her voice was  of one flat tone. She never cared to modulate  it which could empower her to join  the persecuted class of womenhood  who  used it as a lethal and perennial  weapon to subjugate the men in their lives but this woman   seemed to be knowing her worth which had stopped her from playing   second fiddle to her husband. There seemed to be no wavering  in  her confidence and self assertion.This she convey...

                                                                   Folks I got busy in The Humdrum The people at the far ends and the near ends are waiting.I am sorry folks I got busy in the humdrum of the earthy thing. Sometimes you have to shield your intimate self and be there to perform the perfunctory jobs of this transient world.But all along I missed you.A sneak peep into my internet would show the exasperation of my viewers.The viewer graph fell flat almost meeting the base line. There  was  a rush at the airport.It was  quite early.He had gone to receive  his son who was  arriving from abroad..His child like enthusiasm had wrapped his entire persona.He was anxiously checking the incoming flts on the monitor.He got fascinated by the rapid movement of the flts being displayed. He fi...

                                                THE  OUTSIDER She saw before her a vast stretch of  landscape.  A huge garden stretching out to vast  spaces  .It   turminated  at  the  farthest  end  where  one could see a wide and deep well. The  well  looked ancient  and deeply ambushed by the  exotic  growths around it.  It   almost  took  an idyllic hue. It had the  old  water hauling  contraption. A long tilted wooden pole with a  bucket  hanging  on the other end. She would  pull  at  the rope and  push the bucket slowly inside the well. She could not see  it  going down in the darkness of the deep down. It was quite scary. She always waited for the bucket to hit...

                                      The Fall In the resplendence of Indian spring there was a flurry of a different kind. The whole atmosphere seemed to be intoxicated.The entire stretches of India Gate were cordoned off and decked up like a royal bride of yore whose clan reigned over the hoi  ploi,  the mangy creeping creatures who were the keepers of these fattening  lousy  maggots who with a gargantuan lust devoured everything which appeared on this mother earth  material , ethereal , anything which they took fancy to.The king has gone?No he is in the time wrap and is spawning the screwed replicas of his alter ego. The national flags were fluttering in the bright gravels of  India  Gate  and there was  excitement  in the air.  It was for the first time the sitting head of the most powerful part of the world had consented to...

                                         Atrophy Atrophy,  atrophy  of what? My senses,  my worth,  my cognition or my entire wajood? Pooja was sighting the vast Red Rock Canyon  with deep cliff walls.They  looked formidable with irregular tiers covering the entire landscape like a crawling  alligator which had  muddy folds squeezing in and out  sometimes  static or fluid.They had motored the whole way  and were bound for LA.She found herself amidst the greyest possible mountain ranges  desolate, bald and bare.Scary to the aesthetics of even a person of indifferent sensibilities. Not a single green blade of any genre was visible.She scanned it more intently looking to the farthest horizons  touching the fringes of the haggard mountain range...

                                             The Two Banks I am running  breathlessly through the narrow lane which leads to the river front.It is the jehlum river.Its murky waters flow in swathes and the undulating waves seem to be squeezing  alongside.I want to take my seat which I guard zealously everyday.It is the last step leading to   the river where it touches the flowing waters.The stone has a bright glaze to it.It is smooth yet holds one securely.I take the seat  and hold my breath to easy pace.Before me 0pens up the entire world of nascent joys.I can see the bank opposite me.There usually is a great activity going on.It also has a ramshackle enclosure which is open at the top and the lower end.I always have a curiosity about what might be going on there.But the maximum I could see was t...

                                                       The Juggler The din and tussle of everyday life is  haunting .Celebrations  what are they? she was sitting, her back resting against the pillows which she always kept propped up against the bed stead.Her  smart phone was clanging incessantly .It was a harrowing experience  for her now.There were times when she hankered for a single clang of this demoniac instrument. The first msg beamed to her raised her palpitations to new heights.It was altogether  a different feeling .She carried it along everywhere so that she did not miss a single beap  and not be guilty of ignoring the sender.But more than that it was the fear of being left out  if she delayed responding. It fed her self esteem.She responded to each and every msg sent or any recycled ...