Whispering Thoughts

No. My being online at this hour does not mean that I am e-dating yet another eligible candidate from the list but the mischief in friendly voices reminds me "Silence is golden". So I wink with them, excuse myself and hit publish.

Also linking with Alphabe-Thursday: letter W She had not had her breakfast. And so her first instinct was to ignore the slight reeling of her head. The moment passed and she did not think much into it. With three cases running simultaneously in her mind, she had room for nothing more in there. The next time the reeling lasted a little longer. She thought she might faint. She decide to grab a quick snack, just in case. So, she got up from her seat, grabbed a file to be dropped on a colleagues’ desk en route and marched towards the office canteen. The confident straight foot falls that had garnered their share of head-turner when she had been new in the place. Two years and a couple of months later, people had gotten used to her presence. As she crossed by her manager’s seat, she heard her name being called out. “ How come you’re walking around? It’s an earthquake for goodness sake”. Ah! An earthquake. That explained her revolving head. She relaxed. She was not fainting. H...

I fell for her. Rather crashed, While going at 30, Downhill, With practically no control. My helmet saved me. That and 'course, Cupid. His love-jab Surged through my veins Like lightning. Andante, the amphetamine. The backdrop blurred. We savored The symphony, moderato.

The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffic consumed him. Totally. But his wife and four little kids depended on his toil. And his life depended on them. He drove his cab idly. Homebound, he was in no rush either. Just as he reached the sacred banks of Yamuna, he slowed down his car to say his prayers and take in the evening. It is then that he noticed her. Kangana hair. And a mild jacket to suit the slight chill in the evening. She tried hailing an auto or two but they sped by. Not their fault. This was not a track where they expected to pick up passengers. He brought his cab to a halt before her. “ Preet vihar?” the velvet voice asked. Wow! That was on his way. He nodded (inside he was bursting with happiness at the prospect of making extra bucks. A lucky 170/- Perhaps he could take home some ice-cream for the kids. They had been nagging him for long now) as he turned on the m...

Courtesy: Image forwarded by a cousin on what's app The hills beckoned her. So did her home, sweet-home, the serpent-trail of river, hovering clouds and fresh crisp air. Her name echoed in the valley. Distant. Resonant. Again. This time, closer. Authoritative. Her manager rattled off some paragraphs of instructions. Ah! The reality-bite. Disheartened, she began the speech-to-text conversion. Almost verbatim. Shot a furtive glance on desk calendar. One more week and her paycheck would be arriving. Scrimpy incentive to stay in that concrete jungle. Another furtive glance. 4th May blared in her otherwise subdued schedule. Already she could feel the bus taking that last bend on the circuitous highway. Courtesy: Friday Fictioneers Linking with  Alphabe -Thursday: Letter V Linking with  Friday Fictioneers

2015 Surprisingly Meira reached office before time. She had spare 10 minutes with her before the day consumed them all. So she thought of taking the stairs. Five flight of stairs but worth ascending. Fair share of exercise in the day. When she reached her desk, she still had a couple of minutes. The place was largely vacant. Must be because of the traffic. Karthik sir was already working on his computer. Engrossed. When she greeted him, he replied in a somber manner. Minus his convivial charm. He immediately went back to work and Meira understood he was not in a mood to talk. As she settled into the day, the morning became a blur. If she were to sit down and reflect now, she would be surprised if she could remember what she had had for breakfast. But thankfully, the horrible taste of sandwich was still glued to her throat. She was not retarded yet. When she did catch her breath and took a couple of minutes off from her work, she went through the stream of her what’s app m...

Amidst the ballyhoo for women liberation, the masculine clique feels relegated. But their muted whispers are lost in the shrill and sonorous clamour. Why, just the other day, fractious middle-aged lady shouted on a young man occupying the “ladies only”. The young lad, visibly annoyed, vacated the seat but his grouse was loud and riotous, “Guide me to the “males only” seats, if you will please!” Today, slapped on four unreserved seats of the public conveyance were the words “FOR COLLEGE BOYS ONLY”. The grumble is definitely growing. Perhaps, it is time to indulge the boys now. Counterbalance and equipoise. Linking with Velvet Verbosity: 100 words: Indulge

6 feet beneath The broken slates, The souls roam Naked and grieving. Their monologues, Sacred secrets, Scattered by wind Across this green glade Speckled with Headstones cloaked in Grief. Occasionally, And funds permitting, The manager arranges fresh flowers, Oft forgotten with time.

The daily Delhi commute is no mean task. Jostling, shoving, pushing, squeezing - a week's worth of exercise in one ride. Conduct and deportment are conveniently erased from memory cells. Wise words, mere ink on papers bundled together as moral science. Its always a flurried and flustered start to the mornings. Today was going to be no different. All the "ladies only" seats were already occupied. Meira thought of letting the bus pass by her and wait for another. But ticking clock held no room for anticipation and she boarded the now almost crawling drive. She collected her pass while scanning the safest point. Nopes, today was not cooperating. Two men were comfortably positioned in ladies seats. One was definitely nearing the Senior citizen category. The other was young. Looked more like a boy experimenting with moustache. She knew she could ask them for a seat. She knew they would be bound to get up. She had done that on a couple of previous occasions. But...