Bombay Rains

She sat huddled in the corner. Tears were streaming silently down her face. She couldn’t dare make a noise. It was calling for danger. She couldn’t move too. Nothing. It would wake him and she couldn’t afford that. No, that was out of the question. * It was 7 in the morning. The sound of running water woke her up. He was in the shower. The water was running light so he had just gone in. she had at least 10 minutes. She tried to get up quickly but the bolt of pain sent her into near paralysis. She bit her lip to stop from screaming out. She moved again, slowly this time, gathering her sari around her as she got up. The crumpled sari refused to be ordered into pleats so she just left it. Buttoning up her blouse she fingered the tear in the side, she would have to sew that up, it was one of her best ones. Slipping her feet into the soft moccasins she walked towards the door. She turned the knob as lightly as po

She looked out of the window. Sleet and rain. Rain and sleet. That’s all she saw. What would she not give to see something other than the gray sky? Earlier she would have thought it an omen; an indicator of the journey ahead but would have rubbished it in the same breath. Omens and signs, what century was she in? But this journey was now proving the possible existence of curses and bad luck. It was cursed from the beginning; everyone who learned of it told her not to go through with it. Was she crazy? “Are you out of your mind?” “Don’t be foolish please, it’s very risky!” “Why do you want to do this?” For the last two months, that was all she had heard, day and night. But the young are often brave and the brave are almost always foolish. It was a truth universally refuted which gave it all the more credit. She too was young and brave; maybe not foolish but foolhardy definitely. There was a carefree approach to one’s life bordering on the insane. ‘Why is my life important? I have no hus

I stared into nothingness. Sure, I was looking at something very much alive and real; but I wasn’t focusing on anything. I was thinking of something and sense had taken a backseat. It was as if I had lost control; I couldn’t willingly move my eyes. Then again, I wasn’t trying to do that. I was trying to think. Something had to give. There had to be a way out.   Ok. Focus. Now I had to seriously sit down and think. I had to get back on my feet. Literally. I had to somehow find my way back up that ladder. My life was going perfect, why did it have to change? And it didn’t only change; it took a turn for the worse. One day I am this amazingly care-free, slightly (ok very) spoilt young author. Today I was an unwashed woman who was slowly but surely growing fat; while she worked herself out of this mess, desperately trying to hold on to the remaining shreds of her dignity and failing miserably.   The words which flowed as soon as my pen touched paper; eluded me today. They no longer

so this is why i don't like the science and technology page of the times of india in yesterday's paper (friday,24th april) there was an article claiming that chewing gum while doing maths improves your mathematical ability. this astonishing result was determined by a study conducted by an american university. chewing GUM? seriously? i know a lot of us nowadays are not as smart or intelligent but GUM? who falls for that? these american studies have now proven the fact that they are nothing but a big, correction, humungous pile of shit. off the top of my head i can list out some of the results these studies have put forth. 1. coffee reduces sperm count. 2. coffee increases sperm count. 3. pandas indulge in kinky sex 4. appy fizz followed by mint is a carcinogen 5. ajinomoto is actually good for health 6. oral sex leads to throat cancer (funnily enough almost all are sex-related so bear with me) 7. men do not have an ego. 8. bottle-fed babies grow faster. 9.wine consumption reduce