Short Tales

One day you will wake up
in another city, another
house, another family,
with another person
and get involved
in making those
“others” your
“own”.
But make sure that before that,
you have made your
“dreams” your “own”.

He asked me if
I can die for him.
I said “Dying is way too easy,
I can LIVE for you”

“I won’t give more than
5 Rs. per kg” – the Trader
started arguing.
“I don’t want it to be wasted.
You can take it for free”
– said a hopeless farmer.

You need certain sleepless
nights to decide what you
actually want in life.

“Hey, Bhaiya… I have added a
dress in the cart.
Pay for it”
“Oh, come on, I don’t work
hard to spend on your silly
demands. Anyways, you
get me those shoes”

That feeling of your sibling
giving you anything is always
beyond the highest of salaries

Dear lights,
You have no significance
without me.
You owe your existence
to me.

Yours
Darkness

“What do I gift my wife
for her birthday?”

“Loyalty”- said his secretary.

As she entered the clinic,
she noticed a mother
telling her kid,
“Shhhh, keep quiet.
Doctor has come”
She smiled as she recalled
how her mom used to scare
the hell out of her in the name
of doctors and injections.

After all every doctor
once hated doctors.

It took her great courage
to leave that one “story”;
Not to begin another but to
become a “poetry”
in herself.

And then one fine evening,
she kneeled down with a
rose in her hand
and said…

“I don’t want ROSS,
Will you be my JOEY forever?