Phone Call

“Tring Tring…” This was 9th time Rachit called her.

She told him that he could contact her anytime. Furiously, he didn’t bother to call her again.

“Silent Cardiac Arrest” he read on her friend’s facebook status.

Seven days later, he still thought she would pick up his call, and surprise him.



“अगर चुप ही बैठना हैं तो शोर में क्यों न बैठ जाए?”

“मैं बातों से जेबें भर लाऊंगा अगली बार।” क्लब के ढिंचाक में रचित पास आया, “और फिर ख़ामोशी भी तो थोड़ा बात कर लेगी।”


अंग्रेज़ी की टीचर

10 मिनट की क्लास बाकी, फिर भी घंटों भर का भार लग रहा था। हर दिन की तरह उस दिन भी रचित को क्लास के खत्म होने का बेसब्री से इंतज़ार था।

“टन-टन-टन” बस किताब बंद की और
गालरी की ओर भाग दिया वो।

“गुड आफ्टर-नून, मिस अनीता।” हर रोज़ की तरह, उस दिन भी अंग्रेज़ी की टीचर ने रचित के बालों को सहला कर स्टाफ रूम को ओर चली गई।

पहला प्यार की तब कुछ ऐसी मुलाकात होती थी।


अगली शाम

गाड़ी से ऊतर कर, कृशा घर को अपने चल पड़ी।

“फिर कब मिल सकते है?”

“कभी भी, जब वक़्त मिले।” उसने पलट कर आँखों से जवाब दिया, और रचित वही रुक उसे जाते देखता रहा।

खामोशी उस शाम छुट्टी पर थी। कहानी धीरे धीरे ऐसे ही बन जाती हैं।



“Two cold frappes please.” He placed the order, and then back to his seat.

She looked around, he scrolled down.

“So, how does it start?” She asked.

“I don’t know, I am as novice as you are.”

First arranged meeting at Barista couldn’t get enough coy.


Pressure Cooker

Krisha kept her cigarette unlit between two fingers, and asked, “what is romance to you?”

“Romance… Certainly not bollywood songs, and those Valentine’s Day cards, nope… That’s not romance.” Kritika replied.

“It must be a whistle of the Pressure cooker, Kabir getting away from me, folding clothes, and mundane… I guess that’s Romance.” Kritika said further.

Krisha pulled her close, whispered in her ears, “Romance has better meaning with me.” and nibbled. It must be the pressure cooker that stole the romance that day.


Daily Prompt: Heal

“No, you are not here to tell the truth.” Disha shouted.

Taking the support of the door, Geet was not able to look into her eyes. All she could see everything cluttered in the room.

“What can you say now? You don’t have to make up stories around the truth.” Disha said with teary eyes. “You destroyed my relationship with Rachit.”

The relationship among two sisters and a man had only one truth. Truth cannot heal relation.

via Heal