Life - or something like it

She was running through the dark streets of a ghost town. She could hear the snap of a wolf’s jaw near her ankles. All around her were lonely streets. The houses had an abandoned look. She started knocking on doors to escape the pack of wolves. She twisted the knob of one door and suddenly she heard a loud ringing. Raksha woke up with a start to hear her mobile phone ringing. She grabbed the phone and wondered who was calling her at this hour. It was her boss at the law firm. He had called to inform her that the police had apprehended the serial rapist who was suspected of raping at least forty women. She checked her bedside clock and saw that it was already 5.30 am. She threw her covers aside and went to the bathroom. She might as well start the day early. There was a lot of work to be done. Her firm was representing two of the victims and they needed justice. Raksha was a criminal attorney and had a fantastic track record of putting criminals behind bars. She was going to be the l

Netra moved her hand over her scalp. It felt as soft as a baby’s bottom. She looked up to see herself in the mirror. She wanted to distance herself from the image. Her mind screamed in protest…this is not me it is someone else. She looked at the wig in her hand and remembered her long silky brown hair. Her hair had been an object of envy for many of her friends. It now lay in a heap at the bottom of a trashcan. All the things she had taken for granted were coming back to haunt her. She had been steadily losing hair once the chemotherapy had started. Netra had been diagnosed with breast cancer. She remembered the day she was diagnosed and a shiver ran down her spine. Her life had seemed completely futile to her that day. On the outside, she had put up a brave face for her son and daughter. On the inside, she had shattered into a million pieces. The reaction ‘these things always happened to other people and now how could it happen to me?’ had kept echoing in her mind. Ultimately, she

He watched them through his night binoculars. Andre was sitting in his car outside the fancy Italian Restaurant on Aldcliffe Road. They had been sipping champagne in flute glasses and munching on cheese.  He saw his wife Anna, whisper something in her friends ears and they both laughed. Anna looked radiant in her black dress and the diamond earrings he had given her on their 15th wedding Anniversary. Her friend was a handsome man and they both looked good together. Andre was in love with his wife and it made him angry when he saw that his wife did not love him anymore. Anna was a beautiful woman and all eyes were on her whenever she entered any room. It had made him proud but also insecure many times. A few months back he had felt her drifting away from him. He had blamed it on his imagination and work stress which kept him away from her. He could not pinpoint to what made him feel this way. She behaved the same way as before but he knew something had changed between them.  To

There was sound of labored breathing in her ears. All around her was dark, only the moonlight trickled through the gap in the leaves. The shadows of the trees were like old men with gnarled limbs, frozen in time. The forest floor covered with pine needles muffled her frantic footfalls. Tracy was running as fast her feet could carry her. She could hear her heart hammering in her ribs. Her breath felt like hot flames. Her throat was parched and the stitch in her side was making her wince with every step. The forest was thick with pine trees and other trees she could not recognize in the dark. It smelled of damp and rotting leaves. Her heart had missed a beat more than once when a cackling flock of ravens had shattered the silence. The shrieking Ravens had made a sharp increase in her adrenaline making her imagination run as fast as her feet. Tracy did not know why she was running or from what. She wanted to take a pause and examine her fear. Her rational mind was coaxing her to do

I am not talking about Dinosaurs here. So all you ‘Jurassic Park’ freaks wait a moment before you start doing the Jig. Not your fault, it does sound like the name for a Dinosaur (I am a Dino freak too). I know, you are googling 'Trypanophobic' right now. I will let out the secret.….Hubs is scared of needles. I have seen him turn as pale a ghost and become a shadow of his robust self at the sight of a teensy weensy needle approaching in his direction.  Not that I was never afraid of them. As a child, I was terrified each time a Doctor even mentioned ‘injection’.  I was scared of needles till my 10th grade. Each year, our entire school had to take 'cholera shots' (not to have Cholera, but to stop it from invading our body). My school was a All Girls Catholic School. There were no boys, so none of us had to pretend to be brave. The closer the line snaked towards the Doctor’s room, the more agonizing it was. I would have preferred getting my nails ripped off from

Someone, quick..stop the Paparazzi.   Amit   has given me this Beautiful Award. Words fail me as I accept this award. Thank you dear friend from the bottom of my heart. I have been tagged too... Here are the rules of this tag : 1) Thank the person who gave you the award.  2) Paste the award on your blog. 3) Link the person who nominated you for the award. 4) Share   7 things you find to be beautiful around you . 5) Nominate 7 bloggers or more Points 1, 2 & 3 dun dun dun.... Now for the Tag... - The crisp beautiful sunshine peeking through the curtains in my house is a blessed sight. A hint that spring is on the way. - A loving smile on hubbies face when he reads my posts. - My parents voice on the phone. It brings back all the memories of childhood. - Nature in all its shades....(I simply love this place) Snowdonia -Wales - An unexpected call from a long lost friend who calls you after 15 years and your heart is filled with joy on hearing his voice. Where no explan

My friend Kautubh  has invited me to write guest posts on his blog. I have written the following post for him. Just posting an excerpt here. You can go and read the complete post on his website ' ekoshapu '. Thanks Kaustubh for giving me this opportunity. You can also go and check his two wonderful blogs ' Cipher ' and ' Swataha '- A Marathi Blog. ______________________________________________________________________ Writing- an Art or Passion? As children our parents try to inculcate in us various hobbies for our development. I remember going to painting, dancing, singing, guitar classes and whatnot. Writing on the other hand was not even a choice. Also writing was left to professional writers or mainly journalists. Things changed after the explosion of Internet throughout the world. Writing an online diary became a hobby for many people at the start of the millennium. This slowly changed to writing Blogs which were not limited to online diaries but have mo