I remember our first clandestine meeting. Our forbidden love bloomed under the unabashed red and yellow gulmohar. You thought I was coy, but who can look the sun in the… Read more »
This piece was first published on The Weekly Knob – a publication on Medium. I wanted to write something light and breezy in response to their prompt – Salt Shaker…. Read more »
“Behold, the road less traveled!” Ben pointed to a fork in the trail with a dramatic swish of his hand. Wide and well trodden, the trail on the left was… Read more »
“Everything you wish for is on the other side of the hills.” Our bellies were empty, but Mother stuffed our eyes with ambition. Our eyes brimming with dreams, we stayed… Read more »
Here’s what the editors had to say about ‘The Salesman’ Hema did an excellent job of showing, rather than telling in this piece. She demonstrated the age of the salesman… Read more »
Tiny droplets of vapor collected inside the oxygen mask every time he exhaled. A thin layer of crust had formed on his eyelashes, like cobwebs in an abandoned house. Clear fluid dripped from an IV line in slow, almost hypnotic droplets. The room was quiet except for the staccato beeping of the heart monitor and the whooshing, Darth Vader-ish noise of the ventilator.
I’m standing at the edge, fidgeting with thoughts of jumping and turning back. Winds of change whoosh around me, threatening to push me. But I know they cannot. Falling is… Read more »