Fiction

 She  very carefully  moved her  fingers on the rickety keys of the typewriter. The machine was old but very precious to her. She guarded it from the sight of others in the  family suspecting them of having an evil eye on it .She almost deified it. It was a great feeling to sit before it and pour out the exuberance  of her youthful thoughts which  created a riot  of creativity.The images came alive and stood like etched pieces on the warm yellow sheets. It was the fresh breeze wafting through the window , which made her conscious of the time ,that she concluded. But now she had lost the urge to remain steadfast. The shiny page ,open on the computer had a sort of urgency in it. It played truant if she delayed. And  now she  also wanted a breather every now and then  to recollect to conjure up arrange and rearrange the broken pieces on the computer. Her scooped up shoulders pressed her chest and her  worn out eyes strained in che...

 She was her friend and colleague , an intense character! Her pointed face was unusually thin  and was covered with the eruptions of acne  with  a prominent specs on her nose.She was of slight built too.  She  hardly participated in the general talks of her friends .She taught mathematics and was brilliant in her subject. No body took much notice of her.  It  was thought that she couldn't  be  beholden to the tales of  youthful romances and escapades by the young ladies who had  recently ventured forth in the new life of self reliance and financial freedom. She was Cheema. A lady of medium built and coming from a  middle class background where the sole impetus  was to excel in studies ,find a decent job and get settled in life.  But for some the pursuit soared beyond that common goal .They talked of their aspirations , they talked of   Sartre , the  elusive poetry of Keats and the intricacies of Ka...

 It was a big rickety house almost entirely built of wood. It had two main storeys and one large balcony end to end to that house.The balcony was covered by large windows with wooden panels, beautifully carved  and which had stood the vagaries of nature and matured so well.The house was  inhabited by  seniors comprising their respective families. As usual they too suffered their mutual jealousies and family competitions .A  hierarchy of high and low was built .It started with one of the elders  holding a higher social status  which gave the spontaneous right to his children to behave superior to their  cousins. This fomented the family feuds sometimes flaring up to the extent that even the elders got involved not that they wanted to mitigate the situations but only looking the other way, stocked the fire in their ladies  to the extent  that  the women of the house  started  with their  tirades and expletives till it w...

  The hoarded stuff inside her was pregnant with the memories which needed  to be completely consumed till she was emptied to core to fill it with profound void. She was a very curious child. Her eyes and ears worked at tandem. And she was everywhere.Other children in the house got subdued by the elders if they got scolded for some mischief but she never was intimidated not that she was unruly but she couldn't be dampened in her spirits. She was spirited and foot loose. In a large family nobody took much notice of her.She lorded over the tall trees and caressed the bit of mosses and built a huge imagination where they acted her siblings.It was during such a time when one day when  she was almost talking to a tall red rose and caressing  it ,one of her uncles noticed her and complained against her to her grandfather. She was there with her grandfather when he came with his  complaint.She didn't understand  what her uncle was saying  but she suddenly not...

The man looked  irritated. He was annoyed with  his wife who always felt insecure about his love for her. How was he to show it was beyond his comprehension. He found himself terribly lacking in the delicate nuances of playing to the moods of his wife. So much water had flown past the river since they got married but she seemed to have remained entangled in the same cesspool of  male anchoring ..For a women  love and liberation perhaps meant two different things rather  liberation had the connotations of being disloyal.  The man moves ahead whether for good or bad but the women clings to her  guiles to hook the male  psyche  in order to safeguard her existence and give meaning to her life. 

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 Before her she could see the vast amalgamation of different figures of various sizes and hues. Some stood out and some faded in the background ! they were the pieces of life, the seasoned and battered relics of lived moments relegated to the back of memory like some disease which was in remission and could surface at will.  It was a breezy morning, they were all sitting in the compound of one of the famous temples  of the city. She frisked around with her cousins they were all in their teens.The elaborate rituals of puja held no attraction for her since she was quite used to them in her house.It was the intermingling and the freedom to explore the beautiful  scenic beauty around.The deep yellow and dark maroon marigolds the purple panzy the red roses and the huge whooshing deodar trees.A heaven where the mediocrity and depravity got consumed and a spark of pure ecstasy touched her heart.It was during such a moment when she felt  joyous she heard her senior cous...

  Her heart was like burnt embers! She tried to lift her spirits. In front of her was spread the warm Sun light of winter. The birds were pecking on the bread she usually put on the ledge of the balcony for them to feed on. So many times she had decided to take some food for the stray dogs when she went out for walks but somehow she missed doing so. And while being effusive about her friend who had adopted two dogs of her street she gloated over her guilt in her subconscious mind! She has been like this in other aspects of her life going through  in a half dreamy state. The crow was pecking on the bits and suddenly she could see a squirrel hiding in the corner waiting  for the crow to leave to snap on the bits. It was after ages that she could sight one.It was long back when they could be seen in abundance scurrying around on the courtyard walls but then one sunny day she  saw a dark black cat with smouldering eyes stalking the squirrels.She thought nothing of it and...

 It was a huge crowd in the bus. She took one side seat and sat down. Suddenly her eyes fell on one dignified elderly person who was ensuring the comfortable seating of some commuters who were different from the rest. To her amazement what she saw was the P.M Modi himself seeing to the comfort of the persons. He looked anxious and somewhat careworn .she couldn't believe her eyes. Suddenly he turned around and sat on the seat beside her.He looked at her and as if knowing her enquired about her latest publication. She was flabbergasted and In awe mumbled something.She looked at him sideways his broad shoulders were quite conspicuous.There was an aura of grace and nobility around him.He looked entirely different to how he presented himself before his country men.He looked vulnerable and sad. her heart was moved and she wanted to comfort him. He had laid his hand on the seat. She very softly took it in her hands. It was a dry and wrinkled hand the nails over grown.She caressed it softl...