Indelible Musings

Dressed in red, she stands at the doorstep A few minutes from now, her life will take a new turn She stands but her mind goes on a flashback As she reminisces the moments she spent In the four corners of the very place, which was her abode. Her mother had said they came here when she was an infant, The walls of the abode have a story to tell of her growing up years, There she was, running here and there from her mother's grasp to her father's lap; from the brother's leg pulling to her favorite window; The walls were screaming out loud "Don't go there.. We're here.." "Pat" Flashback turns into a reality She was standing at the doorstep dressed in red, adorned with jewels She was waiting for her man, her prince charming She had waited for this day for long ever since her childhood, Fascination for the prince charming riding on a white horse, Who will take her away from her abode; But now she wanted to delay, So, she could...

Have you ever been in love? I am sure you have. Isn't that moment great? Your life takes a completely different turn, of course for better or worse that depends on how you wish to handle it. So, how does it feel to be with (wo)man of your dreams?  Ultimate. But what if you fall in love with someone whom you've never met only heard, have never touched but only heard, have never even seen but only heard? Yes, I am talking about the invisible spirit or to put it straight a Ghost! Oops! Did I scare you? I am sorry I didn't intend to. See, love is that strong a power. It can even make you fall in love with a ghost. Especially when the ghost in question is a twenty something pretty girl who "wears shimmering blue kurta with shimmering white squares all over it, shimmering sky blue dupatta to go with it, shimmering yellow leggings and shimmering bangles to accessorize it." The girl in question is Maahi, our protagonist of the book "www.marryAghost.com". S...

Round One Chapters   1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5 | #6 | #7 | #8 | #9 | #10 Read Chapter 11 Chapter 12 The white pages with letters scribbled all over them lay on Shekhar’s table in his study room. He clearly remembered those pages, which he had kept aside in one of his “To Read” files initially and had taken them out only a couple of days back after Naina reminded him. It was a Sunday afternoon, when Tara was at work finishing up her next cover issue and Roohi was fast asleep. Naina knocked on Shekhar’s study room door ‘Knock Knock’; “yes?” came the reply from Shekhar. Naina had never disturbed him when he was inside his study, which she considered to be his sacred place. As Naina entered the room that afternoon, Shekhar was surprised. “What brings you here? Has Roohi not slept yet?”, said Shekhar in a mellowed voice with a cigarette stuck in his left hand and a copy of the latest TIME magazine in his other. Naina took out a bundle of papers hidden behind her and handed them ov...