Bittersweet Symphony

Mukesh Kumar

The first time I saw Ishita, she was wearing black. Draped elegantly in a chiffon sari, sheflitted around the hall like an exotic butterfly, smiling and conversing with a multitude ofwedding guests. I noticed the elegantly cut blouse she was wearing, backless and daring.The curve of her back beckoned me […]

A Tale of Two Strangers

Mukesh Kumar

Sometimes strangers are not really strangers!Sounds insane, right? Well here goes the explanation …It was mid-November last year. A very cold evening in Kolkata. An unmarried twentysomething woman, a schoolteacher by profession, struggling to board an overcrowded busduring rush hour—that’s me! Diyali Pradhan. Although it was cold I was still […]

Never Forget Me

Mukesh Kumar

Love has no expiry date. I don’t know who said those lines, but they sound so true today. Ilooked at Anandi with water dripping down her face from her wet hair. The tears from hereyes added to the water overflow.‘Do you remember …?’ I began, but stopped in time. There […]

A Village Love Story

Mukesh Kumar

Sogam was beautiful, just like a fairy-tale land, located more than 150 kilometres from themain city of Srinagar on the rim of Indo-Pak border. Apart from the Yaarbal, a local rivulet,Sogam housed gorgeous paddy fields that looked like a sheet of green during summers andwere stripped bare during the winters, […]

Love Is Also a Compromise

Mukesh Kumar

I was screening the medical records when I stumbled upon a file that caught my attention. Itread:Patient’s name: Aditya RajAge: 62Diagnosis: Tuberculosis.He had been registered in the hospital only a month back and was being given antitubercular treatment. I was confused. Who could this person be? Could it be him? […]

Synchronicity

Mukesh Kumar

Tasha fought the urge to straighten the painting on the wall. It was what made her notice theman sitting below it. He was tall. She could tell by the way his frame folded on the lowseating. Good-looking too, despite the creased brow. She surprised herself by herobservations and returned her […]

Cheers to Love

Mukesh Kumar

I, Trisha Mehta—twenty-seven, blogger and screenplay writer—have achieved all that I hadhoped to achieve. And yet there is something missing. Friends said that it was love that Iwas missing. I didn’t really think so; I was never a romantic person by heart. I frankly thinkthe whole concept of love is […]

May God Bless You, Dear

Mukesh Kumar

The small, hard grains of rice were now soft, white and flaky. Cooked. The steam—that hadtill then swirled inside the stifling confines of the pressure cooker—now prepared to makea grand exit, announcing to the world that its goal was accomplished and it was free tobecome one with the universe. It […]

One Night Stand in Hariharapuram

Mukesh Kumar

‘Achamma, shall I turn on the AC?’ asked my grandson Raman.‘It’s fine as it is, Raman.’Raman was very attached to me and couldn’t bear to see his eighty-three-year-oldgrandma distressed. I rarely showed my emotions but today was different.‘Want some water, Achamma?’ he pressed on, worried that the tension might affect […]