Ruchira Khanna's Blog, page 2

What's your pace?

 "Congratulations! Your vitals are good, and you'll be discharged from the hospital today," announced the doctor as he reviewed the patient's medical file. The caretaker was thrilled. However, the patient seemed less than thrilled. Upon noticing his solemn expression, the doctor inquired, "Is everything alright? You don't seem very happy." After taking a deep breath, the

Are the results out, yet?

 I shouted, "Are the results out yet?"while quickly pulling on my pants and zipping them up, then pushed the door open. Mom was busy knitting, and she shook her head no."Mom!" I shrieked, refreshed the screen, and exhaled deeply. Our eyes met. She was calm, wearing a gentle smile despite my reaction. The results had not yet been released, so I sat beside her. "I can't take this waiting game!" I

The First Rain of the Season

 "It's raining! Get the air fryer out," urged Dev as he walked in with damp clothes."You do realize fried food is not good for your health. Your cholesterol has been high," said Tina with an arched eyebrow. Dev paused and took a deep breath, inhaling the Petrichor potpourri, a unique, earthy smell associated with rain."The season's first rainfall is always special, and it needs a celebration,

Unexpected Weather

"Mom, it's raining stones outside, and I have bruises all over," Jules exclaimed as she entered the house, holding her head and examining her arms. Curious, her Mom asked, "Raining stones? In sunny California?" She quickly looked out the window and saw a hailstorm. The wind was forcefully throwing ice balls, creating a sound similar to throwing stones when they hit the ground. "Oh my, I never

Take Me Home, Country Roads

 The drive from the airport to the familiar streets was heart-wrenching, as many memories kept popping up. I reached the colony and met my friends with fond hugs, but my eyes wandered to a particular home. The familiar foliage and vibes couldn't keep me from knocking on the door. I hoped the door would open like old times when two familiar figures would hug me with warmth and unconditional love-

Timing Matters

 "I think we should take the south route," Aisha stated confidently.Mala interjected, "But there's always traffic at this time. Let's take the inner roads instead; it'll be faster.""I understand, but traffic helps me practice patience.""That's good, but I want to be on time for work. Can you exercise your patience when driving alone?""Don't worry; I'll ensure we arrive on time."Mala scoffed, "How

The Drive to Write

The emotions stirred by every breath we take in life motivate us to rise each morning, take action, and express gratitude to the Universe for filling us with vigor and affection. These same emotions inspire me to write down the diverse stories of individuals, exploring themes that celebrate the beauty of humanity and life. I draw inspiration from the issues that trouble our minds and am committed

Passage of Time

"It's getting late, sonny boy! The school bus will be here anytime. Let me help you with the socks while you finish your breakfast." I said as I glanced at the clock."Mom, we are running late for the convocation ceremony. Allow me to help you so we can be on the roads soon." said the same boy, 21 years later, as he helped me with the socks due to my arthritic hips. Embracing the inevitability of

A Chopping Aide

"I just can't cook." Sarah lamented."Why so?" inquired Leone, who was as earnest in her query as a nurse, would be to her patient."Gravy is the key ingredient to get texture in any dish. Alas! I can't chop onions. They bring tears to my eyes." With that, she breathed a deep sigh that was as cold as if she had just landed in the Frigid zone.Leone quickly handed a shield to her friend, "Wear this

Just a Spoonful

"Hons, Could you also make me a PB&J sandwich?" Sarah requested from the room that was diagonal to the kitchen. "Err, how much jam should I dab on your slice? I'm aware you have a less-sugar policy.""Just a spoonful should be good." Once finished, Sarah joined him at the table. She bit into her sandwich hungrily and, within a second, snorted, "Jeez! The jam is oozing out from my sandwich. Didn't