(Untold Stories) Chapter Thirty Five (2) : Storytellers

Khushi had her cupboard open before her and her face hidden behind its frames when a knock at the door caught her attention. And the face that greeted her made her forget whatever it was that she was doing. “Kaka!” she exclaimed, walking quickly forward to meet the grey haired man at the door. His …

(Untold Stories) Chapter Thirty Five (1): Storytellers

“So, do you have a resident ghost here?” “Sir?” “You know, like a woman with open hair and red bordered saree. Some vindictive spirit of a great-great-great grand uncle. A tortured murder vict—” “Sir we do not have anyone of the sort here.” Aakash sighed in disappointment. “Isn’t this haveli supposed to be centuries old?” …

(Untold Stories) Chapter Thirty Four : Changes Reversible, and Irreversible Changes

  “Your house is beautiful,” Arnav remarked, folding his arms and resting them upon the railing. They stood next to each other on the terrace and were facing the garden down below. The smell of cigarette smoke still lingered in the air – a reminder of the conversation that had taken place just minutes ago …

(Untold Stories) Chapter Thirty-Three (3): What Morning Brings

A/N: It's been a while, so here's the link to the previous two installments of the chapter to refresh your memory.  Chapter 33(1), Chapter 33(2) After ages, she had slept through the night like a dead log. When she woke up that morning, with closed eyes her hand searched for her phone that she knew …

MSWKM (2 – Kapoor & Sons)

Gulgulgulugulgulgulgul- *pause* – akthew. Saahil sits up in his bed, groggy and bleary eyed. Each hair on his head has decided to point in a different direction as if a sweet jolt of electric current is what has awoken him, and not his father’s very loud, very jarring, morning gargling routing. From the kitchen, he …

Mere Samne Wali Khidki Mein (1 – The Khan-dan)

It is a bright, sunny morning in Delhi today. The beautiful smell of pollution lingers in the air (stubble burning in Punjab you see, the Delhi Chief Minister has reasoned on the news); pigeons flank the courtyards of Jama Masjid and flap their wings just as dramatically as mainstream Bollywood expects them to, and many …

Announcement (Warning: Might/might not be disappointing)

I'm back. (Plan's working, clearly). So this is (finally) for those who've been asking me about my plans on writing something on the more light-hearted side. I'm really sorry to say, but I don't see myself continuing with Prescribed Insanity in the foreseeable future. The sole reason, literally, is that the subject of toothache is …

Friends, Readers, Country(wo)men

IT'S SPRING (finally!) and my hibernation is over 😀 So the peanut happened, and then I disappeared, I know. You see, a lot of other things followed the peanut event and all I would've done had I popped in here was to go off on a roll on my personal life events and some very …

Happy New Year!

Guess what this is. It looks like a heart, yes. But guess what it is. IT’S A PEANUT. I cracked open a heart-shaped peanut you guys, and my whole entire day has been made with this tiny little thing. When I ran out of friends, family members, and contacts in my WA list to gush …

Chapter Thirty Three (2) : What Morning Brings

The air carried the scent of winter fog and freshly cut grass. The terrace gave a lovely view of the gardens below and the lush trees that lined the boundary walls. The view was breathtaking, and perhaps on another morning, Arnav would have spared more time in appreciating the craftsmanship and regal infrastructure of the …