The escalator was not working today, and each step felt … different, if not painful. It enhanced awareness of the journey without looking at a hand-held screen. I glanced at the other side and watched people alight quickly as if they enjoyed the process. I’m unsure if downward movement is always a joy, but it … Continue reading Steps
She loved the swing in the garden at first sight. The interior décor of the cottage was rather quaint, with extensive use of local handicrafts. The broker wondered if a renowned scientist would appreciate art. “I need a peaceful place for my research, and there cannot be a place better than this. Seal the deal.” … Continue reading Seal the deal
Gary pushed “send” on the email and hoped for the best… He knew the Recall option, but this last arrow from his quiver had to be shot -in his interest. ------ The police landed at Amy’s doorstep to arrest her. The charge was issuing threats to the head honcho of a company. All her pleas … Continue reading In self-defence
It was one of those nights when shafts of light rekindle dreams. It is not a process of reawakening but realignment. He could view the same story from a different perspective, as different installations of logic highlighted events. Orrie found himself on the path to fame without doing anything that called for merit. His association … Continue reading Limelight
How does one combat claustrophobia? What if the mind and body are entwined in concentric circles with no exit door? Start etching patterns in it that proclaim your individuality and creativity loud and clear. Let your cell stand out from other inmates if life is a prison. Her rendezvous with Mandala art began on the … Continue reading Mandala Art
I can only thank youfor a deemed futurethat did not happen stories that came togetherbut parted wayslike quills dipped indifferent inksetching out charactersthat did not connector know each other I found myselfoutside inky shadowsin the blazing suntired, terrifiedbut determinedto let a story find meas its protagonistand write itself I watch narrativesstruggle to fit inwith multiple … Continue reading More than grey ink on yellow paper
It’s not an easy task. I’ve to convince the therapist that I’m neither afraid of myself nor my creativity. I don’t suffer from impostor syndrome. I believe that I deserve more than what I’ve received. I plod slowly, putting out small pearls everyday instead of building that magnificent crown for my head. Can you tell … Continue reading Change forever
A motorist stops on the road to buy peanuts from a street hawker. He is unable to contain his curiosity and asks, “We hear of Version 2.0, 3.0 … but what is the significance of 2.3?” “You need to enter the city to see layers of civilisation piled on each other. The past is exhumed … Continue reading Political Science
Fallen leaves belie the truth of stories etched on tree trunks. Spring does not restore the glory of those who fall. Renewal is an illusion, a fallacy of nature that fails to grant permanence to anything other than the soul. A soul feels, records and then departs. It occupies another body with no memory of … Continue reading Imperfect
Archaeologists will not stop digging into history. They’ve been trained to unearth stories that are no longer relevant. On second thoughts, we weave relevance into a story aligned to our instincts and expectations. Is there something I’d like to leave behind that will compel the future to think about me, maybe without knowing my name? … Continue reading Transformatory
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