They say sights make lasting memories and a touch imprints forever. However, it was the smells that lie splattered across her memory-scape. This story traces an olfactory journey of a lifetime as she put pieces together, wondering what lies next. 1980 – It is the smell of soap – an expensive luxury bar of whiteContinue reading “Memoryscape”
This entire mental conversation was taxing because it was one-sided. She wanted to know why they were together and why they parted – and because he was the one who took both the decisions – why did he do it? She could concoct her own answers, place her own argument but she wanted to hear his story.
It was a sultry afternoon. The day stretched endlessly, waiting for twilight. The orange popsicles stained his tongue but didn’t quench his thirst. He wasn’t sleepy for lack of physical activity. He read books, heard songs on his laptop, played mobile games but time stood still, fatigued by the heat of the Indian summer. Bored,Continue reading “Edge of the Map”
It started with the small blue notepad his mother handed over to him. She was busy in the grocery aisle; he was running around, getting in the way. She ripped out her shopping list and gave the notepad to him to entertain himself. His 6-year old fingers doodled and channeled his tiny self out ofContinue reading “The List – A Short Story”