The attraction was instant. The sparks, very evident. Our first date was on the first day we met. He told me all about himself, masking one small detail. He didn’t know how much I hated lies. The embers of our attraction were doused with mistrust. And its ashes still leave a grey mark on my … More Trusting makes you doubt!
He reminded me of someone. I did not want to take our chats forward. The memories were too painful. He encouraged me to love myself more. He asked me to click a selfie. And admired the mole on my chin to bits. The selfies went on. Until one day, he asked me who else gets … More Trust can reopen wounds…
School friends turned into college classmates, who shared a bench. The proximity surpassed boundaries. I was hopelessly falling for his charm. I did think he liked someone else though. And he suspected that I liked him too. It was in the way I looked at him. A dead giveaway. He asked her to confirm it … More Trusting can scar!
He said he loved me. He loved his mother even more, which was expected. His mother couldn’t stand to lose him. She caught us together, one day. And dismissed our teenage romance. He tried telling her how he loved me. How perfect we were. He made one mistake. He lied about my ethnicity. The real … More Trusting can hurt!
He noticed me reading my novel. A train journey that got more interesting with each passing station. His efforts to woo me were matched with lacklustre enthusiasm. He kept in touch. And chatted everyday. I shared every little detail with him. He flirted. I responded. I finally fell for his charm. And he told me … More Trusting your heart with a stranger!
26.07.2005 The rains in South Mumbai gave no indication of the impending deluge in the suburbs. It was only when our college asked us to head home did I realise things were getting serious. She had to leave for classes. I asked her to head to Marine Drive Railway Station and see how things were. … More Best friends, not really best with ‘trust’!
His business was slow. His ‘sev puri’ wasn’t that great. The regular, popular ‘chaat’ vendor was back from his 3 month leave. But I’d developed a keen sense of loyalty with him. And he watched, as I dissed the other for him everyday. Until one day, among the 10 rupee notes he gave me, I … More Trusting can cost you!
“What the fuck are we doing here at night?” I asked, taking in the cold, dark cemetery that lay before us near St. Andrews Church in Bandra. It was my 30th birthday. I had decided to make up for a huge fight with Lucille. In that instant, I knew I made a mistake. This could be her revenge. … More Gift in the Cemetery