The times we live   #MondayMusings

The times we live #MondayMusings

Two days back one of my friends visited me after a long gap accompanied by her 3 year old girl.  The three year old immediately started exploring my house and jumping and running around.  Finally, she got tired and jumped onto a chair and tucked her feet on the edge of the chair.  I heard my friend admonishing her and saying ‘chaddi dikhayechhe, tu seedhi baith’ means ‘Your underwear is showing, sit straight’.  It was a bit of a shock for me as I do not have girls and I do not really worry about such things.  But, then I realised that the times we now live in,  every bit of cautiousness is needed.  Making a three year old understand that someone will look at you with as a sex object is horrifying.  Continue reading

The week that was   #MondayMusings

The week that was #MondayMusings

So,  did you see Padmaavat?  No?  Did you read the open letter written by Swara Bhaskar to the director?  No?  Do you watch news? No? That explains it.  The movie has been in the news since the shooting started,  piquing our interest and sustaining it for so many months.  That is rather unusual for any of the recent movies.  The unprecedented coverage given by the news channels to this movie which was all of course,  free of cost,  has definitely had the people flocking to the theaters in hordes.  Frankly,  there is not much in the movie.  It is just that the Queen Padmavati commits suicide because her husband has died and she does not want to be captured by the victors.  Continue reading

Monster  #writebravely

Monster #writebravely

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6

Neil walked into the flat late in the night.  The office party was a disaster.  His thoughts kept going back to Shruti.  Shruti needs help, he thought.  He himself would like some support.  He thought of the one person who can set Shruti right.

He had dialed Niti’s number.  She had picked up immediately as if she was waiting for his call.

‘I was about to call you,’ she said. Continue reading

Terminal Photo #writebravely #writetribeproblogger

Terminal Photo #writebravely #writetribeproblogger

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Shruti rummaged through Neil’s clothes in the laundry basket and sniffed them.  She was rewarded with a whiff of alien perfume.  She checked his pockets.  Just the odd railway ticket and some bills.

She explored his study table, read his scribblings on the notepad.  She turned on the laptop and logged in to Facebook.  Neil was tagged in some pictures near the rail terminal yesterday.  There he stood smiling gloriously into the cameras.   Perfect. Handsome Neil.  On his left was another male colleague,  but who was this new femme on the right.  She decided to ask Neil about her,  maybe invite her for some coffee.  But why wait for coffee time when she could just ask Jenny. Continue reading

Patterns #WriteBravely #MondayMusings

Patterns #WriteBravely #MondayMusings

Shruti watched as Neil went about his morning routines.  She would have been there helping him,  but the headache kept her in the bed.

Neil was a creature of habit bordering on OCD.  Before taking his bath,  he had laid out his clothes on the bed in reverse sequence of what he needed first.  He selected a tie to go with his clothes and kept it on the dressing table to be worn last.  Today it was a striped pattern with small red boxes on it. Continue reading