Rabiya was a woman in her early forties. In this modern era, she considered herself a woman who couldn’t show her skin or face to anyone but her family. She would always wear a Burqa, Hijab, and Niqab to cover herself abundantly. She had a teenage daughter named Sana. Sana was the only child of her parents. Sana was just opposite to Rabiya and was rebellious. Sana would wear whatever she would want to, and her father would always support her, unlike her mother.
Sneha is 32 years old woman. In her final year of college, she fell in love with one of her seniors. Their family didn’t agree to the marriage. They didn’t have any choice but to flee. They got married and shift to another city with the help of a friend. Life was going pretty well for the last decade. The couple was planning on having a baby cause her husband had just got a promotion. But one day, on his way to work, he met an accident and expired on the spot.
We were going to our grandparent’s home. I was driving the KTM 390. My elder sister Vinni was holding our single backpack, sitting right behind. Vinni, aka Vinitha, was twenty-one years old. I was only seventeen.
My mother and I have a strange relationship. If I said it's incestuous, that'd be an exaggeration. If I said it's platonic, then I'd be lying.
Being busy with my workload, I rarely visited our building's rooftop. It has three floors. The ground floor was occupied by the landlord family, basically two senior citizens. The first floor was mine, and the third was taken on rent by some couple quite recently.
My father is a Doctor who had to leave for the hospital. He's been staying out even more since COVID. That gave us a perfect window to spend some quality time with each other.
She kept tossing and turning on her bed but failed to get back asleep. Maybe she hasn't got accustomed to their new apartment yet. She looked to her left. Her workaholic husband was fast asleep, snoring like some giant from fiction. One could say that he's a giant, and if he were any bigger moon would have started orbiting him.
The weather forecast reported heavy spells of rain accompanied by heavy winds. It was soon to be lashing the city. Kasturi was savoring the howling breeze on the rooftop. She didn't care about the weather, was longing for the rain. She was not the kind of woman who would dance under rain or get damp for no reason. It just made her nostalgic about her childhood memories.
He wakes up at night around 1:03 AM. He needed to tinkle. They were on a luxury Bus sharing a couple-seat on the upper deck, sleeper coach. AC was blowing cold air at its full capacity; the temperature was low. Scientifically speaking, one tends to take a piss more often during winter than any other season. He was drowsy, so much so that he was barely able to open his eyes completely. Feeling lazy, he had a crazy idea. It didn't seem too crazy, at that very particular moment to him. He looked at her mother, fast asleep on his side.
