Tale of Pregnancy

I couldn't stand on my feet even. My legs and feet were already swollen up, and walking a few feet would make me realize my plight. To add to it, the head never stopped throbbing. It was 8th month only and I could not sleep uninterrupted for more than 1 hour at night. Either I... Continue Reading →

Radha and her new mom

Part 1 Part 2 Theirs was her favourite love story. Radha always thought she had just got lucky when she met Aryan. She was always a rebel child. She never got along with girls of her age. So books became her early recluse. She never liked much of dressing up and all, and her mom’s... Continue Reading →

Aryan comes back

This is Part 2 of the story published last week. Link to previous story given below. The Wedding Radha woke up and realised that she was still alone in her room. She wondered where Aryan was. The sun was already peeping through her window. She could hear frenzy of activity outside. Many relatives would be... Continue Reading →

The Wedding

This is Part 1 of series starting today. Please follow it on my wordpress blog..thevagabond.me or on my Facebook page The vagabond. She thought she would be happy, yet now when the evening was coming close, she was afraid. She was anxious and couldn’t get over the panic she felt in her heart. She wanted... Continue Reading →

War zone

This time I promised myself, I will not bend. I will not ask Sorry, nor will I message him. No, Absolutely No, I will not call him first. I stomp away from the room, banging the door loudly. I reach my office angry, waiting to pounce on the first one who commits mistake. A hour... Continue Reading →

The Sacred Vows

Chapter 1 "It's high time you both should get married." His sister exclaimed. "Had I not known about Mom's plans to surprise you on your birthday, you both would have been caught red handed" She said looking at Aman. "I can't understand what you both are up-to. Already you have been in this Live in... Continue Reading →

You are not a canvas.

You are not a canvas, nor are You a poetry. Even a canvas won’t be picture perfect always. A poem won’t always give you rhyming words, yet in those imperfections we enjoy them. So why do we expect perfection from ourselves or from our spouses. Everyone can’t be a 5 feet 10 inches slim and... Continue Reading →

The First Kiss

This was the place where we shared our first kiss. We had held hands and sat in silence for what seemed an eternity. Our heartbeats were the only sound. Sometimes a bird would flutter by, Nervous we both were, You asked me if it was ok if we kissed I had nodded with a shy... Continue Reading →

What is the gift you want ?

She brought him bouquet of flowers, Reds, whites and yellow, A box of rum chocolates to share, Delighted she was! She thought it was a surprise! He kept looking around As if waiting for some more, She came closer to him to give him the parting kiss and hug! He finally smiled, That was all... Continue Reading →

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