As he stepped out of the gate of Indira Gandhi Air Terminal he found her standing in the crowd behind the barrier and waving her hand without stretching her elbow. He moved towards the exit, with his luggage on the trolley, where she met him and hugged him. The taxi…

The convocation had ended, the participants and the visitors were dispersing from the venue. Among them were Feroz and his parents. He guided them through the crowd, intermittently pausing to stretch his neck back to trace Sandhya, who was a few yards behind them with her parents. He halted at…

“I think I will have to cut short my visit, mom can leave later,” Vishnu said with a deep sigh. “Why? You have been here only for a week,” Sunder asked. They were seated on the wooden cots in the veranda. …

“So, you are finally leaving us! No regrets, I will not miss you!” Aman said, tongue in cheek. “Neither will I miss you,” Mohan replied, with a sigh of relief. “Come on guys, cut out the charade! We know how both feel, you are bum chums!” Asha intervened and said. …

“Is this unoccupied?” I heard a lady ask. “Yes. Please be my guest,” I replied without looking up from the computer screen. I was on the Staten Island Ferry on my way to Manhattan. Having spent two wonderful days with my friend and his family, the next stop in my…

The Reunion “I will keep it short, you all have consumed large servings of souffle, therefore there is no need for me to make it sweeter,” the General Officer Commanding (GOC) said amidst mild laughter. “This Regimental Reunion is remarkably unique. Not only have I had the privilege to meet…

by baqir shameem The gurgled announcement over the speaker was sufficiently loud to wake me from my bleary sleep We are flying now at our cruising altitude midway to our destination I heard the Captain Speak The past seven hours had been dreary with disconsolate movies in fettered space suffering insouciant neighbor The…

(Picture by Jafar Shameem) This article is by Yameena Shameem daughter of Jafar Shameem. She is a student in Grade 8 When the pandemic hit, schools were forced to go online to avoid exposure to COVID-19. It is almost a year later, and most schools here in the Seattle area…

“Sorry son, neither me nor your father have met or beheld or talked to her,” my mother whispered in my ears as we drove down from Faizabad to Unnao. Neither had I seen her or even talked to her as it was not permissible then; moreover, as I was at…