Written Traces

It hurts when someone you're close to spends time with others, but it even hurts more when they enjoy their time together.   Amrita, a sensitive, introverted woman in her early forties, has always shared a deep bond with her aunt, Maansi, especially for the past four years after her husband's passing. Already orphaned, Amrita has quietly dedicated herself to being her aunt’s emotional anchor and closest confidante over the years.  Maansi, a woman in her late sixties, is both unmarried and childless. Once fierce and a scholar, she remained only as a shadow of her former self. With no siblings or spouse, Maansi carved her place through emotional ties rather than biological ones. Perhaps that is the reason why she cherished Amrita so much for being the only familial connection she has who has shown her genuine affection, not for the sake of duty or obligation, but by her willful choice.   One day, Maansi invites a new caretaker, Tara, a cheerful and outgoing young woman...

Yesterday my mother had her cataract surgery. It was a huge thing for use since it was one of the first serious medical emergencies after the passing of our father. Nevertheless, my brother took command over the whole situation, beginning to end as we escorted him to the hospital for the day. Now here I refer "we" to myself and my younger cousin brother, who is also my contemporary age-wise.  Now the whole surgery thing was sudden and out of bloom. None of us were sure for any of the surgery to take place until the late afternoon of the day before the surgery. That was the time when we received the report of the blood sugar level test of our mother, now considerably reduced to pass for the performing of surgery.  In the face of this medical challenge, my brother assumed the leadership by taking command of the situation from the moment the report of the blood sugar level came out in favor of the surgery to the moment we escorted our mother to the hospital the next day and the ...

It was about to get 9.30 AM and I had all woken up, waiting for my mother to come and brush my teeth. After the brush, she would have my robe changed, feed me my meal, and get ready for school. She always kept my daily routine as her last chore before she could finally set off for her service as a schoolteacher. As I was lying down waiting for her to come, I could not help but think about the whole 10 AM situation and how different it used to be three years earlier. There was a time when me and my mother would both get ourselves ready for school. She would drop me at my preschool on her way. That was the time when she would not have to do my daily chores for me. But now things have changed. A sudden terminal illness concerning my brain’s ability to balance and coordinate my body left my muscles weak and powerless. As a result, I was left bedridden at the tender age of seven.  I think about it all the time. The 10 AM situation. It used to be my favorite part of the day because this...

For the past few weeks, I have been reading incessantly. And the thing that got me hooked was spooky short stories.  I have engrossed myself so deeply in those stories that spooky dreams have haunted me too. However, these stories and consequent happenings have intrigued me with one thing.  And that is whether I could write a spooky story myself or not. So with that uncertainty in mind, I have tried my imagination to write about a strange event that happened in the life of David Coquette. So without further ado, my dear readers I'll give you the story named  Flight No. AA2981 The fall break is about to get over and John has to go back to San Francisco where he lives with his mother. David isn't happy, because it is the only time of the year when he gets to spend time with his son after he and his wife Amanda got estranged.  However, Flight No. AA2981 of Aviation Airlines has already been booked for two. A day after, Amanda, John's mom, comes to pick John up. With a h...

Prologue Whenever you write something giving it the form and style of Ekta Kapoor's Serial rest assured it's never going to get a closure. So I have the task to end the gibberish here as respectfully as I could. So here we go... Previously On Kahani Cable TV Ki Achanak cartoon network makes an exit from my life and after months of desperate attempts of having that spark with serials starting with "K's", wink wink..... Disney Channel makes a grand entry resembling Prerna's entry into Anurag's life hence the parallel line drawn of KZK (Kasauti Zindagi Ki, in case you are wondering).  After months of tussling between Disney Channel, Hungama, and Pogo, finally, things have sorted and I finally moved on from Cartoon Network to Disney Channel. But Prerna never comes alone and with her brings the Budhha Bajaj (Mr. Bajaj). In this case "Disney XD" Jo mujhe phuti ankh nahi bhaya.  Aur ab agge...  Kahani Bewafayi Ki  So Disney Channel brings Disney XD wi...

When Cartoon Network broke up with me without a reason I was shattered into pieces. For months I was depressed. Out of sheer desperation, I went on a streak of debauchery with the serials of Star Plus.  The Kyunkis, the Kasautis, and the Kahanis had me in their tentacles until I found my true love in the form of the Disney Channel.   Our courtship was tumultuous with my philandering streaks with Hungama TV and Pogo but kehte hai na ‘’Agar subah ka bhula That's So Raven tak Ghar wapas aa jae to usko bhula nahi kehte.’’ Everything was going fine and for the first time in my life, I found true love ki uski wapsi hui. But this time she had a makeover and now she goes by the name of CN.  She had me dancing on her finger from the moment she returned. She was such a Komolika (The OG Urvashi Dholakia one not the rebooted Hina Khan ) .  Par kehte hai na sachhe pyar main takat hoti hai.... Kounsi wo mujhe malum nahi....  That being said, uske "Nikkkaaaaaaaa" main a...