Posts by Sneha Surana


From the first shy introduction to the late night talks, I miss them all.

A Romance with the Rain

“Rani! Shut the window,” she shouted out to the maid for the second time.   The window panes were rattling loudly because of the stormy winds. Irritated with the noise and tired of waiting for the maid, she got up to shut the window herself.   The wind blew her hair as she stood at the window. Just when she was closing it, she felt a drop on her hand.

Breaking Free

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Trembling with fear, she picked up her phone and called him up. “Harsh, can you please come to my place?” “Now? It’s 3 a.m., Riya”. “Please come over. I am really scared,” she mumbled through her sobs. “What happened?” “I heard some strange voices and suddenly woke up. Someone was banging on the window. I thought it might be the wind, but… but when I went near the window, I

Last Wish

I want to die. You might think I’m a coward in thinking so, for death cannot be the solution to anything. Wishing for death or killing yourself is just an escape from the realities of life. But what can you do if death is actually the solution? It is, for me. Death is the only way to resolve my problems and the problems that I’m causing to everyone else around

First Kiss

“Firsts are always special,” they say and I cannot agree more. From the first time I saw you to the first time I held your hand, all have been special moments etched in my memory forever. And today, you gave me one more special moment that I am going to cherish throughout my life.   It was absolutely unexpected, but that’s how surprises are meant to be. They come to


Hands firmly on her waist, she went around supervising the final preparations. Weeks of planning were finally about to materialise. It was going to be a big day for them and she didn’t want any last minute troubles.   “Richa, are the guns loaded?”   “Where’s Dipu? He’s our lead shooter and he is missing. Call him. Fast.”   “Here, show it to me first. No, this isn’t ready yet.

Say Cheese

I looked at the mirror before leaving the dressing room for today’s flight. It was a routine that I followed for every day of duty.  Being an air-hostess, I have to look perfect.   Perfectly pleated Saree? Check.   Hair in place? Check.   Make-up? Check.   Smile? Smile? Smile for what? Should I smile for breaking up with my boyfriend just hours ago? A sudden call was all it

Roses and Bruises

The room smelled of rose petals that beautifully decorated it. She had always loved roses. She fiddled with her bangles, as she sat there waiting for him. Being an arranged marriage, they did not know each other a lot, but their long conversations had made them good friends. This friendship took away her fear of the consequences of an arranged marriage- not being able to adjust, or understand each other. Although they


“Jhumki, why are you running away? Come here.” Sunita caught hold of her hand and made her sit on the ground of their little shanty. She sat behind her and began combing her hair. The comb with half its teeth missing went through her oiled hair, struggling to detangle the tangled hair. “Where were you going?” “Chinu and the others were playing I spy. I want to play too.” “Jhumki,

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