My name is Darshana Parvati Singh. I was born and raised in the City of Bhopal, Capital of the Indian Province of Madhya Pradesh. I've always been different from others ever since I could remember. As a young woman in the Republic of India, I've always had the feeling that my destiny lay elsewhere. My father Raju Singh always encouraged me to pursue my dream...
Serene You are standing against the statues that guard the entrance to the maze in that outfit I got for you months ago. Those un-pleated slacks, that white shirt that has a permanent red imprint from my lipstick on the collar, those polished black dress shoes, and that long black coat with the high collar that makes you look so fierce. The outfit doesn't l...
As they take their seats at the candlelit table, he can see that she is dressed for the occasion. Her simple black skirt is short enough to show her black nylon stocking tops. Her low cut blouse lets him see her very lovely breasts almost to the nipples. The waiter arrives to take their order. She looked at him and was surprised, here was this tall muscular...
Dearest Rebecca It seems that the further I travel, the more I think of you. After two months, three weeks and two days, I'm starting to see you everywhere. I never realised that cliché was true, until now. Behind the reception desk this morning, a woman with her back to me turned slightly to talk to her colleague, brushed a curtain of blonde hair from her...
Janet sat quietly unsure of what Linda had in store for her. She had no idea how long she sat there. She must have been really tired and the warmth of the fire and having just been bathed was incentive enough to fall asleep. Janet dreamt she was a cat and was lying besides the fire warming herself and licking herself clean. That was the sensation that she f...
I'd met "Jen" on craigslist when she responded to one of my stories. Most emails I get are either scams, throw-away remarks, or guys asking me to double-team their wives. Jen, however, had composed a full-screen treatise on what she didn't like about my writing. Buttons were pushed. A few emails later, we were meeting for coffee downtown. A few dates later,...
Marcie was nobody's fool, but her inclination for acting stupid threatened to destroy friendships around the club pool. How many times did I demand, "Why'd you do that? You're a college grad married to a Wall Street hotshot." I mentioned the car accident she had recently. "I don't remember," she claimed, sipping her Tom Collins. God, I'd've given up 10 year...
Dear Dickhead, I wanted to write you this letter of thanks for the most memorable; if not the most unique blind date experience I have had in my entire socially depressed life. The wonderment of it all began the moment you drove up in your rent-a-wreck car??? {I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with recognizing the models the car manufacturers deemed "losers"...
All Day Long #2 The second chapter of this saga has less morally or stylistically redeeming qualities than chapter one. I apologize for our first encounter, but I was warming up my rhymes like the sunrise in the beaches of San Juan. The second day of my little trip begins with a mouth-bang stereotype, it continues with a jovially gay Joycean moment, and it...
My New People Watching Location in a Corn Field. After moving from the Midwest to Florida in 1994 we began shopping in the little town ten miles south. There were two grocery stores at first. The little Piggly Wiggly at the far south end of town was in the first tiny shopping center of the town in what was then the main part of town. We tried the Piggly Wi...