Girl With Ink

      Dreams: Some horribly twisted short stories which at times tend to become nightmares as the story progresses.      My dreams are simply stupid. The other day, I dreamt that I was eating a cheeseburger which for some unfathomable reason turns into my arch rival and I quite happily eat her up practicing cannibalism. (Wow. This must be the first time in human history that cheeseburger, unfathomable and cannibalism is used in a sentence!)          So, as I was saying, my dreams are moderately stupid. Some person who has a degree in dreams (ignore the sarcasm) has said that we tend to dream about the things we thought about while we were going to sleep. I beg to differ milord. I went to sleep thinking about my mobile's ever extincting storage and woke up sweating from head to toe as I dreamt about the Nun standing in my balcony and I swear to god I didn't even open the door of balcony for an entire goddamned week. ...

          About a year Dwayne Johnson made a commercial for iPhone 7 in which he gets all his work done with the help of Siri. Literally he asks her the appointments scheduled, best routes to reach his destination and also about the weight of some ingredient he needed to make celebrity Chef Ludo's dish. Well, I guess that's what people generally keep secretaries for, but by all means why not spend a fortune on some electronic device and substitute a good old fellow of the same species?       The mere fact that AI (artificial intelligence) or technology have attained such accuracy in a few seconds makes us question whether it is better to choose humans over "new" electronic gadgets having the sympathizing quotient as much as a rock has.(No. Not Dwayne Johnson again. The normal rock.) Stopping and asking people for routes is way better than the frustrating electronic voice technology which misunderstands every word and speaks in a heavy acc...

' Ma soeur' means my sister in French. Alas, my French does not happen to be at par so, it could also mean serial killer or a cow. Whatever. Let's assume it means sister and get started.             My cousin sister stays at the other side of the world. That is the US of A. She is funny, vague, hysterical, emotional, bookaholic. In short a lot like me and somewhat like you. So, this fabulous cousin of mine had come for a month or so and left around a month or so. Naturally, whenever she comes it's a party!             The day begun gloomily, as I awoke cursing the Earth for rotating a bit too fast for my taste. Rubbing my eyes, I stifled a yelp as my fingertips came away red and black. Great. Forgot to remove eye liner and eye shadow. Again. After washing my face with the same scrub thrice did the makeup completely go leaving my skin as smooth as a cactus. I poured some milk while I grabbed a newspaper. The headline...

       Every evening I am compelled to take up the task of dragging all my friends on the ground to play. We all differ in caste, age and thoughts but are bound to each other by this very thin yet strong rope of friendship. And yet constantly keep plotting against each other. We played different sports in different seasons. By which I refer to the seasons determined by nature and those by us, humans.         During IPL(Indian Premier League), our hands and wallets are forced to be massaged hoping to bring back the lost strength and money due to constantly lifting the bat, for we bat out of order and practice match fixing with the bowlers in the exchange of several chocolates or packets of chips. Since the IPL takes place every summer, balls are wacked out of the compound in broad daylight thus, ensuring our wallets never regain their original amount.          Monsoon leaves us with clipped toenails and torn shoes...

            Teacher’s day                  Good morning to one and all present here. Today, we all have gathered here on the occasion of teacher’s day. This is the day to recall the humongous contribution of our teachers in molding our personality and express our gratitude for the quest of spreading knowledge which they have undertaken voluntarily not for making a tiny sum but for the sake of creating an alert vigilant creative and practical minded generation.                                 A teacher is our guide. A priest showing us the path to the temple of knowledge. He is an enlightened soul who fulfils our thirst for knowledge. It’s he who never left our hand and helped us in times of difficulties and despair. It’s he who beams proudly at our accomplishments and at times when we met our goals and aims.   ...

The following story is written from first person's point of view.                   The sun was on my head. My mother-in-law was taking a nap in the bedroom. She had not been informed about the recent turn of activities. She slept oblivious to the commotion. I was sweating profusely but did not go in for I was worried about the safety of my daughter.                 The date is 10th June 1947. I heard that India is getting divided according to civilians' religion. Hence, they were protesting on streets burning railways, ransacking British stations and many more horrendous activities were starting to crop up. Our home was safe as my husband had openly announced that he was against the partition.               Right now he was miles away from home trying to get help in Britain. Against my husband's wishes I wasn't too fond of ...

'You are late again! Why can't you come little earlier?", I said for the hundredth time. This was a typical Friday and Saturday senario. As usual my mom was late to pick me from my Kathak class. "Why can't you come on cycle if you have so much problem?", she said not willing to admit that she had overslept. Again. "Fine. I'll take the cycle from next class." I say raising my hands surrendering. I sit on the scooty as we zig zag our way through the Saturday traffic. We missed the lane leading to our apartment. "Our building was behind." I say. "I know you got an A in Geography but we are going to the supermarket."  "Woah! How come I am being dragged in this?" I question. My parents are coming to stay with us for a fortnight the last thing I want them to say is we live in a cave." she answered. I am about to point out that all our cabinets are overflowing with stuff and they flood our house when we open...