Fiction

                                                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...