
Filling his shoes
He wasnโt sure if whisky at 10.30am was a good idea but then again, nothing was making sense for the past few days and it was better to numb the mind with alcohol.ย Continue reading Filling his shoes
My attempt at ‘story telling’
He wasnโt sure if whisky at 10.30am was a good idea but then again, nothing was making sense for the past few days and it was better to numb the mind with alcohol.ย Continue reading Filling his shoes
Of late, he had been acting very distant with her, she felt, and he also kept his phone close to him at all times. These days, any call he took, he would excuse himself or he would just reject the call. On being asked who it was, the reply was always an unclear one. Something told her all was not okay.ย Continue reading Who changed…?
This is another attempt at fiction. It’s a short story and I do hope you like it. I’d really love to know what you think please, so do take some time out and let me know. I will really appreciate it.
Thank you.
~ Kamal Kaur Continue reading Raindrops on the pane…
He called me and arranged a meeting in his swanky office and as I walked in after knocking on the door, he had his back towards me on his leather swivel chair and like a movie from the 70s I could see a plume of cigarette smoke rising from where he sat staring out of the huge window that boasted a panoramic view of the city… Continue reading Did I deny him the chance of playing Godโฆ?
With a final look up at the sky, as though looking for a star that could give him a glimmer of hope, he turns back to his armchair and sits heavily on it. He doesn’t bother reaching for the remote and doesn’t even make an effort to stare blankly at the television. His unfocused stare is settled on an unseen… Continue reading Seen Through A Window