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Chapter 9: The Morning Follows Him

Adrian was in the middle of explaining a campaign report, when the HR manager’s voice broke through the background hum.“Adrian, your new relationship manager is here. Would you mind introducing her to the team?” He nodded without looking up, still scrolling through the figures of his tablet.”Sure, send her in.”He didn’t notice the first click of her heels on the polished floor.Not until he heard h...

Komal Gujar

Paws, Whiskers, Feathers and Wonders - Stories of Hope for Little Hearts - Book Review

Written by eight writers “Paws, Whiskers, Feathers and Wonders - Stories of Hope for Little Hearts” is an anthology. It’s a collection of literary works. In this case, it brings together short stories by different authors, each offering its own wisdom. Varied life philosophies and lessons are compiled together in this book - through vivid stories . Friendship. Kindness. How it can help someone ove...

jaee jadhav

How I met her Mother

It was during my 10th standard, and tuitions were almost compulsory. It didn't matter even if one was great at studies; one had to attend tuitions. There were three batches: Early Morning, Morning, and Evening batch. The Evening batch wasn't my choice, and I couldn't join the Morning batch – most students of this batch were from my own school. I just wanted to avoid the same group of friends. So, ...

Sukanya Patil

Chapter 8: Sunflowers at Noon

Adrian never really cared much for office gestures. Birthdays, welcome lunches, farewell cakes - they all felt rehearsed. But when his manager mentioned a new team member joining today, he found himself suggesting , almost without thought, “Let’s get some flowers for her desk.”Now walking through the glass doors of the office, the sunlight chasing his steps, he wondered why it had felt so necessar...

Komal Gujar

Chapter 7: The Man with Sunflowers

It was almost noon when Mrs. Alder walked in, her cheeks pink from the sun and her apron smelling faintly of roses.“Busy morning,” she said, setting her basket of trimmings down. “You two survived?”“Barely,” Elena said dramatically. “Kaia’s been a silent storm since seven.”Kaia gave her a look. “Some storms have purpose.”Mrs. Alder chuckled. “You always did sound poetic when you’re pretending you’...

Komal Gujar

Monday blues with mustard charm.

It was Monday morning, and I had to get up late after two lazy days—it was my typical Monday routine. I finished all my household chores and left home just in time to catch the bus. I rode my bike to the main bus stop, parked it there, and then took the bus to reach the office.As I traveled along my favorite route, the one with tree shade, I saw a mustard-colored school van ahead of me. There were...

Sukanya Patil

Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of Tumhari Auqat Kya Hai by Piyush Mishra

I still remember the first time I heard Piyush Mishra live — his words flowing like a river that refuses to be dammed, each syllable carrying the weight of years, pain, joy, and unrestrained passion. The air itself seemed to hum with his energy, each note and gesture leaving invisible ripples that lingered long after the applause. Holding Tumhari Auqat Kya Hai now, I realize reading this book is l...

Sameer Gudhate

Old Fire Station

With warmest regards. From Woburn MA.

manan dedhia

Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of Our Living Constitution by Shashi Tharoor

The funny thing about constitutions is that most of us don’t think about them until something shakes us. A protest on the street. A headline that burns our eyes. A conversation that leaves us unsettled long after the tea has gone cold. For me, it happened on a quiet Sunday morning, sunlight spilling across my table, newspapers spread out like a battlefield of opinions — and suddenly, I felt the we...

Sameer Gudhate

Chapter 6: Sunlight and Sugar.

The cafe was breathing again - that familiar morning hum Kaia loved the most. The sound of clinking cups, the smell of vanilla, and the faint music drifting from the old radio perched by the window.Elena was talking, as usual - her words tumbling faster than Kaia’s thoughts could keep up. “So, hear me out - what if we add raspberry glaze to the chocolate muffins? People love red things, you know. ...

Komal Gujar

Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of The Day I Stopped Watching Reels by Vira Sameer Gudhate

I launched my first book at 44My daughter launched hers at 11 — published by Pais Friends Library, Dombivli.And somewhere between those two milestones, I discovered that sometimes children don’t just follow our footsteps… they show us new paths.That revelation came to me through The Day I Stopped Watching Reels, the debut story by my daughter, Vira Gudhate. When she handed me the manuscript, I exp...

Sameer Gudhate

Evolutionary Sleeper

Sometimes a piece of music, something that you love dearly but just haven’t heard in a while comes on. And it puts a smile on your face. The playlist while waiting for Ne Obliviscaris (another band I adore) to get on stage for their set went from one gem to another. And then we were reminded of this piece of art and the genius that was taken from us too soon. Never got to see Cynic live and witnes...

manan dedhia

The Tiger

Somedays, I used to ask my father to draw something for me. And he used to. At least, that’s how I remember it . Or, it’s highly likely he might have chosen to try his hand in drawing himself. I don't remember to the point now, but he did draw for sure pretty enthusiastically.When in school, I loved drawing, sketching, painting. The dining table would turn into my art studio, with brushes, pencils...

jaee jadhav

Color days

This thoughtfully created paper bag rekindled my childhood days. I owned one of such book with all this cartoons and used to keep reading the same story again and again. It was fun to do such activities with no track of time. The very instinct that I had after seeing this was to colour it. What else could be the best activity to do on Children's Day!

Sukanya Patil

Drama

manan dedhia

Chapter 5: When the World Slowed Down

Adrian didn’t plan to stop.He never did.The morning sun was still soft, the kind of gold that clung to windows and rooftops, making everything look gentler than it really was. He was on his usual route, headphones in, his thoughts wandering somewhere between a new project at work and the playlist that never changed.But then-there it was.A small corner cafe, tucked between a bookstore and a florist...

Komal Gujar

Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of The Hard Thing About Hard Things by Ben Horowitz

Some books hand you rosy dreams of overnight success. The Hard Thing About Hard Things does the opposite — it kicks down the door, stares you straight in the face, and says, “You want to build something real? Good. Now let’s see if you can survive it.”The first time I picked it up, I expected another glossy Silicon Valley playbook — filled with startup jargon, VC buzzwords, and motivational fluff....

Sameer Gudhate

Sameer Gudhate Presents the Book Review of Solitude by Shubham Jain

It starts like a film with the sound turned low — a ceiling fan humming, rain smudging a window, someone breathing too carefully in the dark. That’s how Solitude opens — not with a scream, but with the kind of silence that makes your skin remember things you’ve tried to forget.I didn’t pick this book to be scared. I picked it because the title felt eerily familiar. Solitude. That tender, terrifyin...

Sameer Gudhate

Grey Moon, Red Mars, and Green Earth - Chapter 4

It was the day off when Ravi came to meet Meera. They left in the morning and took an early train into the center of the lunar colony. The deeper layer had offices but the first two layers were filled with commercial shopping complexes. Meera had not yet received her first salary so she purchased only basic things she needed. Ravi was in the electronics shop for a while. They went to have brunch t...

Pradeep Mohandas

Roads

I am continuing to enjoy my commute and also learning to get new insight each ride. The good rainy day will definately follow a bad travelling day. All the potholes will be welcoming me. If you are travelling on the same route everyday, it seems we become one with the road we are on. Saying because I know the exact spots where the surface dips, where the cracks run deep, and where I need to swerv...

Sukanya Patil

Grey Moon, Red Mars, Green Earth - Chapter 2

Gafur was a tall neatly dressed man. It was not everyday that a man like him walked into Sarabhai Nagar. He walked to the bank of elevators marked 4 and went down to the twelfth level. He took out his phone from his pocket to look for the flat number of Anwar’s residence. He saw a girl hugging two other girls and a boy. She looked like an Earthling. He felt like the Earthling was a younger version...

Pradeep Mohandas

Grey Moon, Red Mars, Green Earth - Chapter 1

Meera sat in the seat next to the porthole through which she could look outside the rocket. Everything was grey. The body of the rocket was grey, the back of the seat on which the entertainment display was mounted was grey, the body of the rocket was grey, and the Moon ahead was grey. She was also not entirely certain what she was going to do once she was on the Moon. She just knew she wanted to g...

Pradeep Mohandas

Serendipity

Told my husband to prepare jira rice as I was still on my way to home. The universe just agreed with it!

Sukanya Patil

Dinner Party

manan dedhia