His plane had crashed into this desert. Habitually, he opened his mouth to swear, and condemn all, with the filthiest words. The corporate honcho was known for his foul mouth and intimidating manner. He stopped at the sight of a tribal group, moving ominously towards him. The brutes were armed with spears and knives. The … Continue reading The Honcho
Yes, the doctors call it Aichmophobia – the fear of sharp objects. I hate this fence, rather, dread it. The roundness of the few curves and arches do not help much. Autumn increases the unsightliness, with the sharpness of bare branches. The twigs lying around the porsche, represent my hapless life --of being separated from … Continue reading Metaphor
I smashed all mirrors around me, as I could not bear the ugliness of my life and actions. I was not born to be a criminal. I was not born to cheat and kill. Circumstances made me what I am today. I stand on the border of life and death, and see no mercy or … Continue reading Death has no Mercy
“What makes you so vain, Mary’s little lamb? Four legs and a tail? You are cared for, because you provide warmth, and satisfy hunger. Mary was never your friend, and never will be. Trust will lead to the end of your existence, as merciless humans shave you away, till they reach the innermost layers … Continue reading Loyalty Unrewarded
Art is a function of the spirit, and articulation is crafting that spirit, for presentation to the world. At a more abstract level, it is called expression. Communication is the mundane, everyday version of passing on a message. This format will survive in absence of art. Sensitivity will disappear, so will strong responses. Connectivity will … Continue reading The (Dis)Connect
Of what use is a monster wheel, which is grounded? Does it qualify to be called a wheel at all? David had just returned from the Municipal Corporation office. He was a social activist trying to get justice for the farmers affected adversely by the land acquisition, for a development project. They had received a … Continue reading Monster Wheel
All the world’s a stage and all men and women merely players. famously said William Shakespeare. This stage does not offer opportunities for a rehearsal. We just land in it, when the show, lights and loudspeakers are fully on. We play out our whims, fancies, attitudes, prejudices and then, blame the stage for being … Continue reading Choice
Angela was born with two hearts, but was unable to love the world. She was tired of being a guinea pig for scientists, who kept measuring the impact of various simulated conditions, on her unusual body. She was strapped with monstrous machines, or draped in multiple layers of smart fabric. The money helped her parents … Continue reading Across the Sky
This picture from our honeymoon album is just so perfect. We kept looking dreamily at the horizon with its magnificent colors, unmindful of the hard rocks beneath. We believed that love would conquer all difficulties. Darkness spread its tentacles into our life, soon. Jack suffered from a congenital health problem, and could not work. I … Continue reading The Full Moon
He looked at the shadows of his past through the door. The wooden benches and antique pillar did not belong to this age, but told a compelling story. The sight of people beyond that door was familiar, though the language they spoke was alien. He tightened his grip on the globe, where he had perched … Continue reading Passage through Time
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