Shades of Green

     When I was small, I had always fantasised myself going to school with a fracture. I know this would seem eerie to normal human intellect, but I had my reasons. When I was in grade three, I had a classmate who fractured her leg in a car crash. I was too obsessed with all that care and attention she was getting to even notice the pain and embarrassment she must had been going through. Every morning when I squirmed my way out of the crowded school van, I would see her getting dropped off right in front of the school gate in a royal car, placed on a wheelchair and rolled all the way to class. The fact that she didn’t even have to make the slightest effort to walk made me admire that whole situation with awe. So there was the inspiration to that weird wish. I had carried that same wish all along with me until that dreadful day when I least expected something like this could happen so easily. I was in Grade six when my parents had brought me and my sister along to visit our uncl

One sister for sale! One sister for sale! One crying and spying young sister for sale! I'm really not kidding, So who'll start the bidding? I just came across this poem and found it hilarious. You would wonder who would ever put their sister for sale! But I can totally relate. There was a certain time in my life where I too found my sister so annoying. Those compromises you have to make for everything you own in life is beyond endurance threshold. Sometimes it made me go nuts. I would be reading my textbook and she just pops into my room randomly, stands near my table and picks up a book she wishes to and then scribbles silly drawings on it. Of course, it's really sweet. Happy Realisation to myself! But back then, at primary school, how could you tolerate your social studies notebook being used for some stick figures? Imagining the teacher walking into the class with her dreaded cane and beating us up for all the silliest reasons she could find would obvio

"Just two weeks and we are done saving money for our brand new house", said Eva as she stacked each note carefully between the pages of her favourite collection of novels. Everyone who knew about the weird way she stored her money wondered why anyone would do this. But that never bothered Eva. For Eva and her mother, that money was the only solace to their dream mansion. Eva wanted her own big home where life would be undemanding and painless. They lived in an old dilapidated two-storey building. Any attempts to make repairs in that house was far-gone. The walls were chipped, ceilings were leaky and most of the pipes to the main drainage were fractured. This led to a lingering foul smell all around and inside the house. Every day in that house was dreadful. The property they dwelled in was an inheritance they received from Eva's grandfather, Joseph when his son died of a degenerative disease he procured in his early thirties shortly after he was married to Eva&#

It's okay! You don't have to love me... The last few pages of Neela's diary was soaked in tears that day. Every tear she shed stung so hard, it sent shudders down her spine. She could smile no more. People came to see her now and then. She didn't want to live. She wondered why that horrible incident didn't take her life away. She could only lay still, immersed in her thoughts, while people took turns to express their sympathy and left. That devastating day remained in her memory like a perfectly captured video.  Two weeks back, it was her last exam at university. She had finished her exam one hour early and was anxiously planning about kinds of stuff to do that vacation. Asher, a boy in her class had feelings for Neela. He had once mentioned this to Neela. However, she denied him. She knew her family well, who was not the kind to accept something like this and she knew that he was clearly having only an infatuation. She guessed that his adrenaline rush would fad