Creative Writing

Riddhiculous Little did i know

It always starts with the new place, new space, newer people… Followed by ‘trying to be friendly’ faces… unwarranted queries and unwanted chats There were times I wished I would be left alone in my own world with my own stories. Little did I know Soon, it will all look…

Riddhiculous silence of the skies

As she emptied her mind, closed her eyes and heard. Horns Bellowing in her ears, the din of speeding motors, and rustling of the leaves.  She felt the Sheshum Trees sway to the tunes of  melodious flute. As the  sun sets,  the twilight hues washed over the sky.  Reminiscent of the…

riddhiculous.com i have a dream(indian context)

जाने कहाँ से बहता हुआ एक भूला सा लम्हा, लहरों के सहारे किनारे तक उतर आया. आँखों में बंद उन गुदगुदाते पलों की यादें पैरों पर आती रेत में बहा लाया. सोचें तो, आती-जाती इन लहरों ने जाने कितने ही घरौंदे बिखेरे होंगे कई मुस्कुराहटें और कई उम्मीदों के टीले…

riddhiculous.com man at war

 “ ”  यह मत  सोचो  की  कितने  लम्हे  है  बाकी  ज़िन्दगी  के; ये  सोचो  की  कितनी  ज़िन्दगी  हैं  बाकि  हर  लम्हे  में “   “Ye mat socho ki kitne lamhe hai baaki zindagi ke;  Ye socho ki kitni zindagi hain baki har lamhe me” anonymous The cell phone alarm is…

Riddhiculous the diary of a newly wed man

Dear Diary, To say it is okay (and mean it too). To not say it is okay– All the time. To say I understand. To show that I understand. To avoid double standards. But, two things are not always the same. To message– ‘take care/ we will work it out’…

Exactly a day short of a three months break and add to it a changed calender year.. darn i have taken a long break.. so let me catch my breath what all has happened/ is happening– 1. I am now married 2. I no longer stay in Delhi. 3. I…

‘उड़ान’  उस पंछी से  ना थे ख्वाब कभी जा नभ में पंख  बिछाने  के ना  चाह  कहीं  थी  सीने  में चंदा  के  ठंडी  छाओं  की हम  ख्वाब  संजोते  हैं कितने  ही — सूरज  की  जाती  किरणों  से सतरंगी  नभ  की  चुनरी  में काश  के  पंछी  से  कह  पाते की  उड़ने …

 Picture Courtsey- Internet It was a bright, sunny, afternoon illuminating her dead living room. Her eyes strained to adjust with the light now cascading through the blinds of the window. Next to the broken vas, the shards of mirror and the useless pieces of furniture lay her curled up little…

  Surkh panno per, lal syahi Ki likhawat Chand khushiyan, Naye sapno Ki chahat Ankahi baatein, Chhupe armano Ki Aahat Unki muhabbat, Woh dabi Muskurahat Woh nazarien, un nazaron ki hichkichahat Beetey afsaano mein chand alfazo ki taravaat tum kya samjhoge ?