It’s that time of the year again in most parts of India when the sun boils your blood and even 5 minutes under the sunlight could feel like being pricked by a thousand needles. Summertime in India is nothing like the romantic summers that most from European and American nations long for. Indian summers could…
Hello Folks! Remember how I had started a series here on TPC titled, Erupt, and how the poor series was left unfinished because of my eternal tardiness? Well, I have good news for those of you who liked the series (thank you very much) and would have liked me to continue. No, no, I’m not…
Sitting on the passenger side of their plush car, sorry, ‘Vikram’s‘ car, was a new sensation for her. Some night of firsts this is turning out to be! She thought wryly. Her eyes ran over the details of the sedan. The plush upholstery, the beverage holder, containing a crushed styrofoam cup, no music on the…
She stood there, can in hand, head reeling as though she were drunk. Am I drunk? She tried counting the shots she had downed since she entered the pub. 11, 12… 15? She wasn’t sure. But she wasn’t drunk, she was sure. Excited, maybe. Yeah… excited. That’s more like it! She knew she couldn’t get drunk,…
Drip, Drop, Plop, Skip, Jump, Hop, She follows the raindrop’s trail, Trying to catch its tail, Sliding on the rose trellis, And the balcony rail. “Quick, Mumma, it slips away”, An upward glance she lays, On her Mother, standing guard, Over her innocent play. The coltish mind reasons, “There’s other tails to catch”.…
