Why choose when I can have both?

‘I love you, I really do,’ he whispered on the phone. He parked his car in the garage and walked hurriedly towards the door. ‘Hi honey,’ his wife welcomed him waiting at the door. She hugged him, took his bag and said, ‘I have cooked your favourite pumpkin soup tonight, honey!’ He sat on the couch,…

Drama in the sky

The sun melts, a burning furnace once, and bequeaths its glory, in a million moody colours, to the vast forgiving sky that filters it’s scathing anger hurled at the lesser mortals below. The moon quietly enters the scene, coy, cool and very welcome. Slowly, the mood changes. It soothes the scorched sky, kissing it with haloed clouds,…

Letting go is powerful

It’s not easy to let go. We dream, build and then protect our space, possessions and relationships. And then time plays the role of the mighty catalyst. This is when we find ourselves at the crossroads of clinging-on or letting-go. Our relationships extract a lot from us – our time, sacrifices (daily), the continuous thought and care…

Money before Mom

He held her trembling hand. Her nails were curling and textured. He felt them gently with his finger tips. He sighed and looked at her lovingly, one last time. He wanted to save her. But couldn’t. ‘I know you love me Mom!’ he said. She nodded and smiled weakly beneath her oxygen mask. She gestured for a…

One regret at a time

She sat there drooped like the willow, long after the rain stopped. That was her favourite spot in the garden. She was drenched in water. Her soul soaked in regret. She thought if she sat still enough, she could stop time too and then turn it back! Her favourite rose bush gleamed. She looked carefully….

The Accidental Murder

‘Is he alive?’, she asked as they placed him on the filing cabinet, balancing the body against the wall, in the abandoned office. ‘No, I hope not,’ I said as I wiped off the blood from his temple. His dangling legs and sooty shoes witnessed how we plotted to hide him after the accidental murder. Alka Sharma All…

Sky Story

A million hues, a zillion stories. You show some, you hide most. It’s your tricky game. Dissolving, shifting moments. Wild, unpredictable, difficult to tame. If I were born again, with baby eyes. I would watch you, rapt, freezing each frame. You’d live in my mind forever, my treasure, and only mine to claim. Alka Sharma All rights reserved  …

Pleasure

Sweet appeal, but limited life, through sight, touch or smell. The real feeling. The only one that counts, lives behind closed eyes, that don’t tell.   Its a pleasure, to know you are loved, to know someone cares. It has a life of its own. And then, you are never alone. Alka Sharma All rights…