Alohomora

The door lock clicked open as Ariv walked back into his silent flat. He walked in with his shoes on and dropped his bag on the floor. He immediately reached for the switchboard and turned on the lights. He stood at the same spot, looking around at his flat that had been left in a mess after he had rushed out horribly for work in the morning. “Oh man! Was I this messy?” he thought to himself as he stepped toward the couch. He untied his shoes and threw them into a corner. His mobile buzzed with continuous notifications from work. He noticed a couple of messages tagged ‘@ariv’ in the work group. It didn’t take long before his brows locked while looking at the home screen. He got up to breathe away from the mobile screen and continued with his chores. He sorted the mess in the hall, placed his clothes in the laundry, served his food hot from the casserole, and sat peacefully. “Okay! Let’s see, it’s not such a difficult task. We can complete the documentation by tomorrow evening. Well, tha...

 Strength comes from broken pieces  they say, Strength comes from broken pieces. each one holding a story untold. every page filled with overwhelming words, torn and burnt yet, un erased and cold. Time has answers; Time has power. only if you manifest beyond forever. Time does not solve, it just waits. takes your broken story, sets it straight never gets tiered of ticking on and on. never lets you win once, the game is on. you win the day you let it win. gather the courage to sink it all in. Time doesn't comfort and cuddle. Tine is no magic nor miracle.

The 2-kilometer walk has been my biggest concern ever since I shifted to my new home. Public transport is not available unless you reach the main road, which is fricking 2 kilometres away. Oh wait... it's not just one way. I need to walk this twice a day to get to college and back. At this pace, I might as well walk a marathon. Ugh, that’s senseless. You RUN a marathon. That's okay; I know I'm just illogical sometimes. But let's put all that aside for now. The kilometers seem long only on the days when Prachi doesn't show up. So thats technically not a problem as she shows up on most of the days. I tied my laces and got off at my stop as usual, waiting a couple of minutes for the next bus to arrive. Prachi got off her bus and began to walk. She carried her usual black chart holder in one hand and a leather bag in the other. Her loose-fitting satin shirt paired with black jeans was mostly her regular look. The glasses complemented her round face, with strands of hair...

Milte kuch jawab andhere me Par Dunde tu unhe roshni ke saath. Jaanle zara tu andhere ka swaad.. Kyu ki alag hai sawal, alag hai halaat. Jayis hai zidd or khwab tere            Ki Raah deke tu unmeedon ke sath Par kyu dundta hai tu ye chand taare,              Aise koi amavas ki raat?

THE OFFICE.... The Intercom landline on Noor’s table gave out two long beeps. She clipped the papers on her desk and picked up the call before it could make a third irritating beep. “ yes.” She spoke with her hands busy with the sheets and the phone sandwiched between her head and her shoulder. “ could you come in for a minute Noor?” the Auditor spoke on the other end who sat 5 chambers away. She picked up the stapled sheets and walked to the cabin titled “Mr. Ahuja” “ Noor! Please don’t mind but can you push an hour post shift to finish these too?” He spoke pointing to another bundled file on his table. “ but sir…” “ thank you Noor. Its so sweet of you.” He answered back before she could complete her version. She felt helpless as she picked up the blue file that felt heavier in her head than in her arms. She sat in her chamber looking at people leave home happily through her cabin’s glass door. All she could care at the moment was for the work to finish on time so that...

  Chapter 1- Kashyap I tapped on to the power button to scroll down the notification bar. I could see the alarm showing three more minutes to go. I was pretty proud of myself for waking up early by three minutes. I know it doesn’t make much sense. But trust me, for a non-morning person it’s no less than an achievement. I stared at the screen until the alarm rang and I shut it in one go. The mornings with no snooze go very rare in my calendar. I walked up to the kitchen and brewed myself a strong coffee. I am usually very punctual with my coffee proportions. I made sure it was strong enough with hardly any sugar in it. People often label me as a psychopath looking at my sugarless coffee. But its dam worth it for sure. My mobile made a beep on the kitchen counter. This time, as I scrolled down, there was a notification from Ishaan. “ bhai, its mummy pappa ka 25 th anniversary. Make sure you come. Ive just invited a few from our friend’s circle. So please come. Kaam me kaam ham...