Author Archive

I’ve sinned!

Since serendipity stalked
Slowly;
Summoning souls separated Read more »

Miza and Syelma

Miza and Syelma were two angels conceived in the hearts of two teenagers in their days of first touch of cupid. It was when love first touched their teeny tiny hearts and filled it with promises of having somebody who would be there for them no matter how bad circumstances turned them into. Read more »

New Me

Avoiding ailing agony
before becoming
catastrophic castaway ; Read more »

Back are the Idiots!

Friendship Day is just round the corner and I wanted to put another happy notch in my friends’ heart by writing about us. Well, this is for the readers who might have missed my previous post on them, I called that post THREE (DEFINITELY NOT) IDIOTS. If not idiots, we can’t be anything else but like Read more »

Kuenga Dhendup

“So Kuenga Dhendup finally brought you here!” Our host sipped his wine with a huge slurp sound. I looked at my roommate. “Kuenga Dhendup?” I never heard my room mate tell me her hubby’s name was Kuenga, I always thought I heard her call him ‘bangka’. Oh! realisation struck, no person can have a name so weird as ‘bangka’ so his real name must be ‘Kuenga’, Read more »

New Beginning

Let’s get going,dear,
I’ve my heart packed
full of love Read more »

Three (definitely NOT) Idiots

“I’ve left a mail for you in Yahoo, read it and reply it ASAP,” the ASAP would always come in bold letters for that’s where the main message is, ALWAYS. I quickly click onto my Yahoo and see my inbox flooded with anger, resentment, stress, sorrow and finally a predicament as my friend fills me with the latest of her love-life which seems more of a Read more »

My companion

It’s another day
raindrops and my lonely heart;
I’ve a companion Read more »

Happy Mothers Day

We were on a study tour. Thirty ‘thirsty to get out into the wider world on our own’ souls wandered in the village that emitted  foul stench of poverty. Gross National Happiness prevailed as the brightest concept in the papers and videos and in the global eyes every Bhutanese was a portrait of smiling happy citizen. Read more »

The Shovel in her heart

It was his turn next. Miss Tulsi waited while he gave her a hard stare before getting up with great reluctance. “I’m Tshewang…….” The pause was the silence before the storm, “….and I LOVE CRICKET,” he boomed. The whole class turned towards Tshewang whose introduction to their new class teacher sounded more of an angry grunt than the normal shy ones. Read more »

Story behind The Other Woman

“You…”she pointed her slender fingers right near my nose, I flinched,”…just in class EIGHT and your boyfriend in class TEN, what are you going to feed your children?” She took a long angry breath. “Rotten socks?” My trembling lips could summon no answer to my angry matron who was shouting at me for having caught me talking to my boyfriend on the steps Read more »

The Other Woman

“How was the meeting?” I stared deep in her eyes searching for guilt; maybe pain but my eyes just met with her empty stare. I peered deep, I remembered someone had once told her that her eyes had a depth that could drown him, and I realized the truth as I sat right opposite her, looking at the most lifeless pair of eyes. Read more »

The End?

Coffees were replaced by occasional dinners and shopping sprees. He was too peaceful a companion for a wild shopping spree, not a character well defined in a man. Somehow shopping and men seem like antonyms, but my stranger turned friend lived through all my hassling around the stores which offered sales. There was no boredom ever flashing across his smiley face. Read more »

From coffee to dinner

“Dinner?” the solitary word spread out in blue as the spilled coffee was absorbed by the thin napkin that was used to protect my hands from the hot coffee. I don’t know how many of these solitary offer of intimacy I had discarded and this too would have gone into the waste bin had the sudden jerking of the train not caught me off guard. My hands were too full Read more »

Divorce

I still remember the first time I heard this word. It was the same year the biggest  flash flood occurred in the small town I lived in with my parents. I had been spanked by my mother repeatedly for going for swimming in that small stream but back then I always thought that she spanked me for bringing home tadpoles in empty beer bottles on my way back home, Read more »

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