Long hair, Bharatanatyam, feminism, cooking. Kohl in her eyes and a cake for every birthday in the family. Shopping for hand-woven sarees and carnations for her living room. She loved being a woman.
But when it happened for the third time, she hoped she’d give birth to a boy.
Seventeen years ago, when she lost her aunt, she was too young to understand what it meant to hate a disease. She missed her aunt but didn’t question her going away. Fifteen years later, as she watched her mother being wheeled into the …

(Please read the Prelude & Intent before reading the content. I also
recommend that the reader reads it as slowly as possible, interpreting
the gravity of each word)

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The Beginning of Time.
Energy & Space & Light. Not Born yet.
Being. Unborn.

Split.

Inarticulate white sands mush with their feet. Their bodies are in
definitive. Not formed fully. Shapes are unclear. Eyes are unformed.
Moments from the first Sunrise. They face each other. Standing. Naked.

Distance exists. They move towards each other, without effort. They
see without light. Their undistracted vision merges into each other.
Distance recedes. …

I studied the world outside the frosted glass, hoping it would distract me from the wrapped present in my hands. The refrigerator hummed, the logs in the fireplace crackled as the heat deemed too much on the chunks of wood, and the rush of holiday traffic buzzed by in a hurried frenzy. Even with all that went on around me, the absolute stillness within the walls of my once home pierced my ears and rattled me to the core.
Don’t go there.
I brought my attention back to the present. I couldn’t …

Esmay sat crying on the porch steps, thinking with dread at what her daddy had planned.  At first she thought it was all a sick and cruel joke; his way of paying her back for something she wasn’t quite sure she had done.  But as the days had wore on things became obviously clear that it was as real as the tears that filled her small hands.  She had planned to run; hide anything to avoid the terror not moments away.  She was an only child and the betrayal she …

My back ached on the rough gravel as the acrid smell of rotting foliage wafted up my nose. I opened one eye and snapped it shut as I swallowed back the lump in my throat. The slate structure loomed over my head like a behemoth monster from a dystopian universe. A pulsation began, humming through the ground and up into my spine, increasing in volume, the irregular thumps creating a disjointed beat. I raised my hand to my head to find a lump at the bottom of my skull.
Who or…what?
The …

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“You are so not going to do this, Hannah!” Mary pleaded.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know.  You are my sister.”
“So?”
“I am asking you not to. You won’t go to her and ruin everything.”
“Watch me!”
Hannah turned her back to her elder sister and ran away.
Damn it! Mary thought when she ran for her life in a desperate attempt to catch up with her sister.
For a few minutes it seemed like Hannah was unreachable but then the distance between the girls began to decrease.  Soon enough Mary drew up with Hannah and they …

I have been waiting for this day for last 3 months, or last 15 years. Nisha is my first and the only love whom I could not marry. And, I decided that I would never marry. We had stopped talking since then but a few months back, Nisha wrote to me telling me that she was coming to my city and would love to see me. I am standing at the airport to receive her.
My heart is racing so hard, I am sure everyone can hear it. I feel the …

When I was seventeen, I hand an encounter I would recall with fondness many years later.  It was the night I met Joey Ramone.  Actually, it wasn’t just Joey; Dee Dee, Johnny and Tommy were there too, but it’s Joey I remember.
It was 1977.  Jimmy Carter was President; serial killer, “Son of Sam”, was terrorizing New York, and Elvis Presley would die that August.  But for me, it was a summer of a music, cool clothes and fun.  Disco reigned supreme, but suddenly, out of the excess of thumping, and …