Appy Stories

 It was a clandestine affair. An affair I could never let go off. The rendezvous engagement  was all my heart yearned for. This love, this involvement had given me my identity, my sanity. I was in love with both of them. You got it right- both of them TOGETHER! Why does it has to be choose one? "Aakansha, pick one- the red or white." "Only one- doll or car." "Choose one, Aakansha- science or arts?" "Aakansha, you can't have both- career or home?" Why can't I have both? A little of both the worlds. A scoop of every flavour. But no. In life, it had to be only ONE. One love. One home. One purpose. One life. Yet, here I was in love with both of them. The inborn conditioning had not helped. I fell for them despite all odds. In fact, I never realized how and when the fall, befell me. I had bulbous reasons for being the agar of this growth. Each of them had an attractive profile. He, let's call him Peter, the steady, blank space who absorbed...

 Sundri pressed her face against the smooth glass plane. Everything looked so crystal clean. The sales girl was going about putting on the lights. She looked every bit like a fairy illuminating the stellar bodies. As each LED shone, under it a glittery, shiny outfit came to life. There were so many mannequins adorning designer frocks and skirts, suits and pants, all for the little ones of those who had bedrooms as large as this showroom. Sundri had her eyes on a white frock whose frills were pristine white like a fresh, frothy sea wave. So engrossed was the pauper in admiring her dream frock that she never realized her muddy palms were creating smudges on the polished glass pane. “Bhago, idhar se!” The sales girl shooed Sundri away. It was an everyday ritual for Sundri to worship her dream standing on the fringes of the shop as the sales girl went about organizing the showroom for the day. In those ten minutes, Sundri in her superlative imagination would have worn the frock, her fr...

The redevelopment keeda had made a home in every heart and hearth. Not a sane human was left who wanted to exist as a chawl dweller or a modest kholi owner. Everyone desired to be an occupant of a high rise that would be named as Falcon Heights or Eagle's view or something similar. Falcon and eagle was only that was possible as sparrows had long left the city. Soon it had to vultures hovering the skies. With so much of affluence in the air, how could God not fall for the trap?  After all, he was the man's God. If man wished to shift to a high rise wouldn't God want to go a bit higher. Thus, God too decided to sign the redevelopment contract with the Heavens Building Developer. God was promised a huge territory spreading from the temples of Hindus to the mosques of  Muslim.  The builder said, "You royal entity, one abode isn't sufficient for you. You must exist in the Temple, Mosques, Gurudwaras, Church, Agyaris and what not." God asked, "And what are thes...