Dew Drops

Reflections from the River of Life


Trapped with Him in the Elevator

Anakha got down the bus. Her Mumbai tour was quite good. She got almost six new leads for the start-up company she had joined recently as a marketing manager.

She walked across the lane to enter her society. Watchman Kariappa wished her and she wished him back. He handed over a few envelopes addressed to her. She walked towards the elevator while browsing through the letters. She pressed the elevator button. As soon as the elevator reached the ground floor, Anakha got in and pressed the button for the nineteenth floor where she stayed, still focusing on the letters.

It was only when she sensed the sound of another breath, a fast one, that she noticed the other occupant of the elevator. She felt a little uncomfortable. She knew him. He stayed in the same society. But she was afraid of him. She moved away a little bit. She wished the elevator reached her floor sooner than usual.

And then she realized that the elevator got stuck somewhere between the sixteenth and seventeenth floors.

He moved closer to her. His breath falling on her skin made her feel quite uncomfortable and irritated. He kept staring at her and the door continuously. She wanted him to disappear. She wanted to ask him to stay away. But the more he came closer to her, the more her words defeated her. She was so scared of him.

Anakha was almost at the verge of crying. She could no longer bear it. She tried reaching for the emergency alarm button as tears rolled down her cheeks. And before she could press it she found him all over her. She couldn’t tolerate his touch. She screamed with fear written all over her face. Her tears could not be seen by anyone. Her screams did not reach anyone.

Shortly afterwards, the elevator started moving. She heaved a sigh of relief as the door opened and he jumped out as soon as he saw Mrs. Fernandez.

A look at Anakha and Mrs. Fernandez could understand the situation.

She turned to him with a stern look and said, “Jacky, say sorry to Anakha.”

He wagged his tail with his tongue hanging out and hung his head in apology.

“Yes, that’s like my good boy.” said Mrs. Fernandez.

As she walked towards her apartment, Anakha couldn’t help but smile at her own silliness.


This story is written for the PROMPT: Your character gets trapped in an elevator with someone he or she is afraid of (you decide why).


Just Another Old Age Home

My regular readers would know how close I was to my grandfather. As a child, I always thought that he will always be with me. I dreamt of him coming over and staying with us. The image of him lying on his rocking chair in the front porch is still bright and clear in my memory. I wasn’t as attached to anyone like I was to him. Miss you Muthacha!

He left us for the heavenly abode in November 1991. Ever since his departure I have felt the void created in my heart. I have always searched for that warmth and love in all those old eyes that met mine over the years.

So sometime ago, I had visited the temple near our house after dropping the girls to school. On my way out I saw an old man who stumbled and fell on the road. Along with the security guards deployed at the gate of the temple, I helped him sit on the pavement. He told me that he had to reach the next building. I dropped him at the gate from where he was accompanied by others. 

This is the place where I had dropped him.

I had seen this place earlier too and had been to the adjacent temple a few times. But it was only on last Janmashtami when Li’l Love adamantly said that she wanted to visit this temple that we went and by chance entered through the gate of this old age home. Post that I have been there a few times to make donations. This time, I met a few old men and women sitting outside the office enjoying the evening tea. 

Their stories range from being asked to leave the house, to being deserted on the pretext of taking them to a mall, to creating situations that made them leave voluntarily. There are also those who have come here by choice. Each story will make you shed tears and wonder about what your old age has in store for you. 

They do need your help and support in cash and kind. But the most important way to help them is by being there once in a while and talking to the inmates.


They are currently building their website and the details will be shared shortly. I’ll be meeting their chairman, Mr. Vimal Nagpal and secretary, Mr. Shyam Sundar Arora to discuss how I can help them in fund-raising. 

Follow this page for follow up posts and donate if possible. Amount doesn’t matter. 

Delhites are requested to take time to make a visit or send in your donations through cash/cheque in person or by courier. 


I keep looking back…


They say one should never look behind since we’re not going that way. But some of life’s most beautiful moments are left right there. The ones with you. I have moved on. But every experience, every incident, every episode, makes me go back to those days. Compare. And then I realize that I could never grow beyond you. Without you.

A part of me I have knowingly left behind. A part of me that was a sure shot way of loving you forever. I Iook behind. Frequently. Not with pain. Not with vengeance. Not with remorse. I look behind. With a heart that is still full of love for you. I look behind with a hope to get back to you. Don’t know if it’s the same way you feel. But I could never stop loving you. And I don’t ever regret falling in love with you.

Some day. Somewhere. Some time. Some life. Till then…

~ Rekha Dhyani

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