At the crack of dawn, the residents of Fearville realized that they had been taken for a ride. The cardboard decoy stood there, while the actual criminals had taken off under the cover of darkness. A few shots were fired at the figure in frustration, which drilled a few holes in it. But the figure … Continue reading Fearless in FearVille
Albert wondered where the old bicycle would be lying now. This sketch was done by his eight-year old son, James, reproduced from the stories that he had heard from Albert. Albert had displayed it on the wall of his plush office. The picture reminded him of his roots – his father who sold ice-cream on … Continue reading Fruits of Labor
Life-purpose acquires meaning on the edge. Life takes all the trouble to build a bridge, and takes one close to deep waters. It then, lets you decide. One cannot swim ashore, nor find a boat to save dear life. The choice is all yours. One can invent equipment to measure the depth, or enjoy the … Continue reading Living on the edge
The white mare, Ballerina, had looked lost since she was brought here. She refused to mingle with the inmates of the stable, and was often caught looking at the high wall surrounding the race course. She smelt different. Ebony had long suspected, that she was in love with a cross-breed horse in the race course, … Continue reading The role that females play
I do not remember the first Hello, or if there was any excitement behind it. Nor did I say Goodbye. The wounds inflicted by you were too deep, to enable a civil conversation. I just walked away, with my head held high, not wanting any emotional outburst, to bring my hurt out in the open. … Continue reading Closure
Today, I complete three decades of service in education. I have tutored more than 3000 students in this time span. Some of them have moved on to become icons in their chosen fields, and some languish in the dark corridors of ordinariness. My inputs were only incidental to their capability and destiny. The arched gate … Continue reading The Busy Harbor
Silly me! I thought, I could play with a troll, just as I play with my adorable puppy, Love. And then, I lost my diamond. Love would have fetched it for me, from anywhere. But Troll ….. this guy hid it in his bushy head, and now complains that the prickly piece of jewellery is … Continue reading ‘Un’Friend
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
