Sunday, May 24, 2020

Yatindra Tawde

In my daily office grind, I make it a point to find time for writing. It is my good fortune to have found discerning readers like you who appreciate my amateur attempts.
39 WRITINGS

The Path of Recovery

Bhumi stood before the crowded hall, her eyes burning with defiance. The cross questioning had gone on for long but she refused to budge....

Mirages

The enticing aroma of coffee wafted across CCD, as l lost myself in the dreamy eyes of my wife, Priya. The hint of a...

The Inevitable End

“La pila de, Sathi…” Ummm, what more does an old man want. A single malt in hand, on the rocks and the soft, mellifluous voice...

The Race of Life

The two horse trainers approached the stables on a moonlit night. There was a leap in their step, excitement writ large on their faces.  They...

Saving the Future

He carried the child on his head in neck deep waters, towards safety. Many many eons ago, heavy rains lashed the town. The skies above...

A Doctor who loved

The creaking stairs, the approaching steps woke up Shireen with a start. For the next few moments, but what felt like eternity, she could...

Acceptance

"Maa, this is my fiancee, Jackie". This was the crisp and unusually short message on WhatsApp, sent to Mrs. Ranga by her son, Mahesh. When...

A mother takes a day off

A sudden lightness woke up some of them. “Mummy, I am floating!”, screamed 9 year old Janhavi. Janhavi's parents woke up with a jolt. They too...

Child is the father of Man

It was time. Soon the courtroom clerk would come to me, open my arms with a creak, which has developed over a period of...

Jagat Janani

Raunak was trembling. Time was running out. For the human species. The virus consumed entire countries. Both, men and women had fallen fatally ill but...

A Cry

What was my crime? Why did the man in the black boots target me…was he from enemy country? why? Why kill my friends… Why did he...

The Feast

The phone rang shrilly disturbing the Saturday afternoon siesta of Mr. and Mrs. Braganza. The Mrs. answered. “Hello...oh hi, Maria. How are you?...Oh, a feast....

A Memorable trip to Gods Own Country

Trivandrum is famous for the Shree Padmanabha Swamy temple. My wife, myself and our daughter were proceeding towards the temple, when suddenly we heard shouts...

The Game of Providence

Sunaina was bent over her smartphone, video chatting away with her boyfriend, Amar. Her phone was always kept easily accessible but not easily noticeable...

Whose Life is it anyway

I tell you, it was all in self defence. To protect myself and my family, I had to wield the weapon and the inevitable...

A Most Selfish Girl

In the town of Costashire, lived little Rimona with her parents Richard and Mona. Richard, the Duke and the Duchess loved their little Rimona and...