by Richa | Aug 13, 2014 | Fiction
I am always trying to locate someone in the crowd I can talk to. Someone who finds peace in my smiles and decides to sit beside me for just a cup of tea. But at sixty and seven more added to it, finding friends is the hardest part for me. I have been meaning to tell...
by Richa | Aug 7, 2014 | Fiction
Yesterday was a different day. She had been walking down the road planning her day ahead when she suddenly stopped to remember the events of last twenty four hours. He had come down to meet her at work. They had always held a special status for each other. From work...
by Richa | Jul 16, 2014 | Fiction
Over the top of the hill lay a man with his woman. Having felt her innermost desires in his heart the worth of her body was now nothing to him. He casually removed his clothes from the shelf and walked out of the house without a care. The woman of course unaware about...
by Richa | Jul 11, 2014 | Life
Control freak. I had almost always wanted to let my hair loose and dance in the rain without once bothering about the cold or the clothes or the men in the balconies watching me drenched. Could I do any of these? Nay. And the answer to this was always my control...
by Richa | Jul 6, 2014 | Life
It is day two already for my writing muse. Out in the balcony is a soft breezy evening and a lot on mind. Inside the room adjacent a match is on. Wimbledon final. One which involves Roger Federer. And of course the frenzy my husband goes through is substantial. So...
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