आज शाम को दफ्तर से जल्दी निकलना था. रोज़ रोज़ झूठ बोलना अच्छा नहीं लगता था. पर क्या करती? पंडित जे ने कहा था की रोज़ शाम को चार बजे स्पेशल पूजा होगी उन महिलाओं के लिया जिनका विवाह नहीं हो पा रहा है. अब शादी तो करनी ही थी. शादी नहीं हुई तो सब यहीं सोचेंगे के मुझमें ही कोई कमी होगी. एक तो मेरा बकबकिया स्वभाव ऊपर से काला रंग और उसके ऊपर से है यह मोटापा। अगर कमी थी भी तो किसी को कहने का मौका क्यों दिया जाए। और माँ -बाप भी कब तक ३० वर्ष की लड़की को … Continue reading एक थी मेहरुनिसा
It was still 5. Shivika was getting restless in office. Her office timings are till 6, but her eyes were glued to the office clock. Her boss had a flight to catch so even she was leaving early. But precisely … Continue reading With you, Without you!
शायद ज़िन्दगी के वो पल सबसे अच्छे होते हैं जब हम आने वाले कल या गुज़रे हुए कल के बारे में नहीं सोचते.जब हम अपनी ज़िन्दगी को एक्सपेक्टेशंस के तराज़ू पर नहीं तोलते. हम यह नहीं सोचते की आने वाला … Continue reading आज छत पर
It is all about making choices about the many paths that life has to offer. For some, they chose the way and for some path chooses them. I belong to the latter ones. The destiny always sets my paths. I … Continue reading Black or White
I met her at sindoor khela. Now you’ll ask what was I doing at sindoor khela, a festival of bonhomie between married woman. I know, I know. A widowed woman cannot participate in sindoor khela. The play of color on … Continue reading Wild Sindoor
I am Firoza. I am a sex worker. This is what everyone calls me now. They tell me I sell my body for money, just as they sell their intellect, talent or some other ability for money. We all work … Continue reading I am Firoza
The morning dawned sunny and bright. The intense and glorious fragrance of the jasmine on the window permeated her room. The endearing sparrows, the early summer morning visitors, were already chirping as if asking her to wake up. Vibha looked … Continue reading Jasmine on the Window
Sitting near the window, she could feel the autumnal breeze. The fainting sun was illuminating the snow-capped mountains creating an amber colored pearl necklace. The myrrh of the apricot scented roses on the trellis served a reminder of the days … Continue reading Rose on Trellis
Almost two decades ago, my father gifted me, ‘The God of Small Things’ written by Arundhati Roy. The book was immensely popular, a copy was peeping out of every prominent window of the bookstores or was happily waving at you … Continue reading Zindagi ki Talkhiyaan (The Bitter Life)
“Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.” Margaret Mead I don’t have a sister. And to be honest, I am quite jealous of sisters. I miss … Continue reading Sisterly Love and Novels
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