Appy Stories

 She was warm. Her warm breathe caressed his cajoling touch, asking her to wake up. But she adamantly refused to shake an eyelid. In deep slumber, she lay with the tubes moving liquids in and out of her. The monitor beeped loudly echoing her beating heart. Nothing disturbed her. Nothing breached her deep reverie.  Vishwas kept moving his arthritic fingers now through her grey but smooth hair. Each lock had a story to tell. Each frayed strand spoke of the sacrifices she made. But she didn't utter a word. At the window sill, a mynah screeched, fluffing her wings to allow the wind filter through her wingspan. Was she calling out to her mate, like he sitting by Surekha's bedside? --///----- "Oh come on Dadu, you are just faking a tale." Chided Sparsh to his grandfather.  "Believe me, I'm not. I, too, wooed your Dadi on a Yamaha as she stood drying her silky tresses in the balcony." "Why would you? You had her so easily. Your parents married you off at t...

 "Lambe ghane kale baal.... Amla Hair oil ka kamal..." Kussum switched off the television. Such advertisements held no hope to her dwindling hairline. The sparse populous was getting thinner, thanks to the heartless chemotherapy drugs. Heartless was the creator, who had banged this fate on her whilst she was at the peak of her singing career. How could she make public appearances with that bald head and baggy eyes. Though the mellifluous voice had still not betrayed her, the sun shone less on her will to move out. Gloom enveloped her like a never settling dark cloud. The silver lining just didn't seem to outline her life.  Ting tong....  Who was breaching her brooding reverie? Reluctantly, she got up from the sofa, tied a scarf around her exposed agony and headed to the door. No one at the door!!! What fun people gained by poking a deflated balloon? The cool air outside did nothing to uplift her spirits. Bogged down as she was about to shut the door on the invisible intru...

Dear Aman,          You must be surprised to death to receive my letter. Someone who had banged the door on this relationship for apparent no reason, today is writing to you. I know after donkey years of staying away I'm trying to justify myself. You can choose to tear this piece of paper without reading further as I tore your heart without knowing further. But knowing the gem of a person you are I know you will give me a chance to talk to you.           Beginning from the end, the end that I abruptly gave to our budding relationship. There were upheavals of all kinds happening within my soul. I felt like a broken bottle which you were trying to fill. I felt like sand not soaked in your waves. I felt like the sky abandoned by your rays. I felt empty inspite of you loving me to the brim. I felt shallow inspite of you loving me beyond the depth. Why I felt so? Huh... Why I felt so? Even I couldn't reason this out. But I did feel so wa...