Last April, I began to write Anima’s story. Anima wakes up one morning to realize she has forgotten how to cook. She remembers everything else, the date, her name, the ages of her children, but forgets the one skill that she’s known for. It was my ambitious attempt at combining…

Somewhere between the corner of your eyes and the corner of your lips, my love for you was gone. Your expression did not change, your smile was still warm, and I knew then you did not know. …

Even smoke reflects the color of debauchery here, in this den. It is neither white nor grey. Nor black like the hearts of its patrons. It is red, as are the walls. …

He walked up to me, wheeling two large suitcases, and asked if the seat next to me was taken. I said it was not. He was new to the city. Originally from your hometown — something I’d guessed even before he said it. His mannerisms were so much like yours…

“And what will you say when he asks since when you’ve been unwell?” “Since yesterday afternoon.” “And when he asks if you’ve taken any medication?” “I took some cough syrup.” At this point, a grin would spread across his face. This scene has been played out so many times in…

It was in the third grade (or second, or fourth, I forget) that they decided to split the dance and gymnastics classes at my school. At first, all the students of a class would attend both. After the split, girls attended dance and boys attended gymnastics. If you had a…

A quirky blog post title can sometimes grab your attention. I chanced upon one of these quirky titles a while ago on Twitter, visited the blog and got hooked. Hooked? Hell, I fell in love! The language, the stories she told, all of it. …

There’s no silence to be had Between us, or so my instincts claim. You rarely let me in even so, Should I then try again? Your glass is full of stories Of your friends and your fame. I’ve tried to wade in twice or more, Gone against the grain. Standoffish are you, or merely quiet? Indifference, or am I a reminder of an old pain? A puzzle, a mystery, so enticing. So tell me, do I dare try again? Moth to a Flame There's no silence to be had Between us, or so my instincts claim. You rarely let me in even so, Should I then try…petrichorandclouds.wordpress.com

Right before my high school boards, my aunt took my cousins and me to a temple. After the overnight journey, we little ones, of course, just wanted some sleep. But my aunt was having none of it. She wanted us up and ready by an ungodly (pun unintended) hour because…