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After all, my own blood……

The gentle rain and the refreshing coffee wouldn’t change her mind. She recalled all the humiliating treatment meted out to her in the five...

Broken Olive Branch

Saima was passing by a posh coffee joint when the clouds above broke into a fine rain. She froze in her steps and was...

Half Bloom

Today seems to be a day of inescapable wetness. The downpour lashes the air furiously. The smell of fresh coffee, turning cold, fuels my...

Nature’s Fury: Vengeance on High Range

Hanumantha switched on the Russel Hobbs One cup coffee maker. Coming from Baba Budan Giri Hills, the birth place of Indian coffee, he always...

A Peaceful Afternoon

The kids had gone off to school. Hubby was in his office whereas I was safe at home. It was raining heavily. “Hi Nishu. I...

Loving Ayah

The aroma of coffee engulfed the house. It was raining heavily. I sat to write, the small table was near the window. Meera our house-keeper...

The Monsooner

‘Can you see a pattern here?’ asked the Inspector. ‘All during monsoon, Sir’, the new recruit answered promptly. ‘Hence I christened him the Monsooner.’, the inspector...

Washed by the Rain

The house was empty. I snuggled on the sofa beside the window. Wiping the glass with the arm of my sweater, I saw a...

The Forbidden Love

The air was heavy and smelling rainy since afternoon, but, the final show was waiting for the perfect cue to arrive on stage. I had...

Coffee and Rain

It was raining heavily. Little Arpan had just gone off to sleep. It was going to be a late night and I needed a...
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