The perfect fit.

As the clock struck 12, she ran home and left one of her slippers behind. She reached home and slept restless, wondering what fate has in store for her the next day which was also the first day of the new year.

The door bell rang, the next day,  Anastasia opened the door of their dilapidated castle hoping and wishing very hard for the fortunes to change. He came in, demanding to see the women of the house and a glimmer of hope crossed all their faces as they saw the shining glass slipper being placed on the floor. Anastasia tried it, so did others, even the household help.

And then Drizella tried it, and it fit her, for, after all the shoe belonged to her. The shoe which Cinderella stole and wore to Prince Charming’s ball, the shoe that slipped off her foot when she ran because it was a poor fit.

A page from my past

From dawn to dusk I wait patiently for you your call, a message from you perhaps, a letter? From dark to light I try to dream you beside me your touch, soft caress perhaps, a kiss? At least your thoughts I find always, always close by but still I long for you, and perhaps your love? “a … Continue reading A page from my past

Of memories and moments

She had met him that evening, and chatted for hours that just did not seem long enough. They dug out memories, laughed at silly and goofy things they did and those that they could but did not. Amused at the flush of youth that engulfed them, they became teenagers once again. She caught herself unawares … Continue reading Of memories and moments

As 2013 comes to an end

The year started and just whizzed by, not even giving me a few moments to pause and ponder. What did I do new this year? Nothing remarkable…. started several things and left them midway… Lost one of my best friends to cancer and there is nothing and no one to fill that void. Miss you … Continue reading As 2013 comes to an end

Farooque Shaikh : As I knew him.

Some people are larger than life. Farooque Saheb was one of them. This morning I woke up to the news of his passing away and for a few minutes, it just did not sink in… It was not as if we talked or messaged on daily basis a phone call once in a year, a … Continue reading Farooque Shaikh : As I knew him.

क्या कहिये मुझे क्या याद आया

मजरूह की यह नज़म मुझे बेहद पसंद है। एक मीठा सा भोलापन और भीनी-भीनी खुशबू है इसमें जो मेरे अंदर बस गयी है इसे पढ़ने के बाद। मग़रिब में वो तारा एक चमका, फिर शाम का परचम लहराया शबनम सा वो मोती इक टपका, फ़ितरत ने आँचल फैलाया नज़रें बहकी, दिल बहला, क्या कहिये मुझे … Continue reading क्या कहिये मुझे क्या याद आया