She called it peaceful.
I called it suspicious.
Somewhere between the rain that fell too straight and the silence that felt too deliberate, I began to realise that nature, the one we romanticise from behind city windows and YouTube soundtracks, has a sense of humour.
This short story about Trekking begins with mud. It escalates quickly.
You may have heard many stories in your life. Stories about animals and dwarfs and giants when you were kids, stories about places and people and experiences thereafter. I realised that as we grow older, our stories become sadder and sadder. Humour is often sarcastic, stories that get retold are laced in negativity. The sense …
Here is a story I wrote some years back. The Indispire post this week talked about unfinished stories. I have tonnes of them. Do I plan to finish it? I am not sure… The day was warm, very very warm. It was just the beginning of October, a time when the Mumbai weather turned from …