"I don't like red roses," she replied with a smirk. Anish felt like an idiot with a bouquet of roses in his hands and a ring in his pocket while the woman he intended to propose was half-twirling with her left toe raised and heel firmly digging the ground. The smirk and amusement was still … Continue reading Red Roses for Proposal #ShortStory
The other day, my son asked me 'Ma, where did you meet Baba? why did you marry him? Both of you are so different.' It is true we are different because while I am a woman, he is a man. There are more differences than similarities yet we are married for a dozen years. The … Continue reading How I Met Your Father- #20DayChallenge
Swati entered the kitchen and opened the cabinet on her left. She found nothing meaningful that she could use for her cooking. She looked out of her kitchen window and saw that it was still snowing. It was snowing since the previous night. She again looked into her cabinet only to find it empty again. … Continue reading Dinner Date
There are days when I just want to write randomly. No theme, no topic, no story or memoir. Random writing often is the most difficult yet liberating thing to do. Today, I want to wander aimlessly and write gibberish stuff. This is the story of a stupid girl who used to look at the stars … Continue reading Pink Love and Red Tiara
‘Why did you ask me to come here?’ asked Trina. ‘I love solitude’ replied Himu in his usual calm tone. ‘This place is secluded and dangerous, can we go somewhere else?’ said Trina. She seemed visibly irritated. ‘What are you scared of? This place or me?’ asked Himu, his gaze ripping apart Trina. ‘It is … Continue reading Love, love me do
Ellen saw ‘unarmed’ Lochinvar alighting from his horse, through the window. She knew he had come to ask for her hand. Her father hated Lochinvar. Tonight, she would have to choose between her father and Lochinvar. Lochinvar entered the Netherby hall. Ellen’s father stood up, with his hand gripping his sword. Lochinvar boldly looked into … Continue reading Lochinvar and Ellen
Trina gifted a book to Himu, when they met for the last time. The book was 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. On the first page of the book Trina inscribed “toke dilam eksho bacharer ekakityo” (Gifting you a hundred years of loneliness/solitude). Himu looked at the inscription and asked ‘Is this a … Continue reading Suns and Lovers
In the middle of the night Himu said to Trina, “Let’s go and walk on the beach.” Trina was quite surprised because both of them were drunk and walking on an unknown beach in the middle of the night was not safe. But Himu insisted, “Don’t worry, let’s go, nothing will happen.” He had some … Continue reading Sea, Lighthouse and Wordless Conversation #flashfiction #shortstory #love
Peter Cat, Park Street 2006 It was the month of July. Trina remembers the month because their first date coincided with his birthday. Not that they went on a date on his birthday itself but somewhere around his birthday. During the winter months Trina had started to chat online with a person whose chat id … Continue reading Chatroom to Chello Kebab #shortstory #Lovestory
Trina Looks Back 