The night before, I couldn’t find sleep. So, I got up from my bed, switched on the bedrooms lights. I presumed, but it wasn’t even mid-night. The clock suggested 11:46PM. I love the silence during the night, but not that day. It was haunting, chilly and the dog barking outside made the night even more eerie. My mind was filled, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the trip. Literally, a million questions popped up – “What would it be like? Where will I stay? ….gosh! I don’t even know anybody …

It was Christmas again when the streets were covered with snow. And, everywhere you turned, things looked pristine white. Dana loved Christmas time. She thought Christmas was magical, and secretly believed in Santa Claus. She loved the colorful lights, Xmas trees, and the snow fall. It made everything even more beautiful!
Most importantly, Dana felt loved and treasured for it was the time when everyone showed how much they cared. Friends and relatives showered gifts on you too. And Dana knew that if you were lucky, your beloved would show you …

It was Christmas eve. Festivities were gathering momentum in the Whitney household. Nina was glad that she had Jack to spend her Christmas with. Jack was her sister May’s brother-in-law. And well, they had been dating each other for months now.
Last Christmas had been a miserable one for Nina. She had broken off with her long-term boyfriend Ned. He was not worth her. All he wanted was to go to bed with her. For Nina, love was beyond the physical realm. And she wanted to take the final plunge with …

“I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars
for young men to die in.” – George McGovern.
The night sky resembled an endless black fabric with dozens of tiny pin-pricks, through which glittering light shone. It seemed to envelop all that lay below it. The iron shack on the outskirts of the township sparkled with its covering of winter frost. From its door only a single, lonely pathway etched in the dust and dried grass, showed its connection to the others. Inside there was a bed, …

11: 20 PM: Brittany and I drove to a party downtown. It’s Saturday night, forty minutes to midnight; the night is an infant, and the morning far away. The limo sped down the highway, the roof was open. We swayed our drunken heads to expensive music. Champagne flutes tossed on the floor, we drank from the bottle. We turned our heads, stomped our feet, shook off sleep, shut our eyes and let the wind sweep away beads of sweat. Lip gloss, Hermès shirts, Ferragamo shoes, vintage Gucci, Manish Arora scarves.  …

November 11, 2010
Dear Diary,
I just don’t know how to put it in words!!!!
I can still feel his words ringing in my ears and yet it is in reality “surreal”. After all they are not supposed to speak after they are………….
Let me try to recall what exactly happened yesterday: While perusing a copy of the Economic Times last morning, I noticed that the Sensex had dropped by another 865 points due to which the Government had suspended trade. I was obviously having the blues due to the huge loss incurred in …

“Crime in our town has gone up for the seventh straight month.  Police are at a loss for the reason.  They are warning all citizens to be on their guard.”
“Hopefully, not too much on their guard,” Zico said with a chuckle.  He turned off the radio as he sat near the door, chatting away with the person opposite to him.  His eyes were trained on the counter as he watched the party coming to an end and the last few inebriates waltzing across the floor. Throwing a glance towards the …

I watched her walking ahead of me, I’d just come off shift. I knew where she worked, and I knew where she lived. I had been inside her flat; picking the lock had been child’s play — I’m a locksmith by trade.
She was on her way to meet her snotty boyfriend and I decided to wait until she came home, she never let him any further than the front door, she was a teaser, the sort that takes your money and gives nothing in return.
I turned to Walter, my companion, …

She woke up with some of the others to the sound of insistent knocks on the sides of the trucks. After a while, the door slid back with a bump, causing some of the children to call out in fright. Everyone’s gaze turned to the sun’s rays streaming in, warming the air slightly in the unusual silence.
Ellen Kaempfer, a 45-year-old Jewess from Hamburg, stood up and looked to her older sister Betty. She pulled her to her feet and helped her pick up the little boy she had taken into …