He licked his fingers, unfazed by his wife’s consternation. “This tastes exactly as my mother used to make it.” “Enjoy the food you like, but don’t let go of manners.” His wife’s coiffured head shook in disgust. The family recipe was thought to have been lost ages ago. Suddenly, he froze on seeing a familiar … Continue reading Coincidence
A face would appear on the fence after he received her message. They will get into a waiting car and drive to an idyllic world free from crime, corruption, bigotry, and evil social systems. The escape looks well-planned and easy. Except that it was not. There were no mobile phones or waiting cars when they … Continue reading Idealists
Sugar ropes entwine to create visually appealing shapes that invite a bite. The shapes will be destroyed, but the sugar will enter the victim's system. What are we talking about? Oral doses of morphine will be used instead of injectibles in the party… The sugar artist continued in a daze. What will you gain by … Continue reading Artistry
The audience was spellbound by the derisive smile and smouldering eyes, as the screens on both sides of the stage magnified his menacing expression. He was not an actor, but a politician in the throes of election fever. He aspired to break thespians' records with his histrionics and ring voting machines. He was disappointed to … Continue reading Shenanigans?
Can the Sun rise in the West? To the extent of our knowledge, No. We place immense trust in Nature. Sometimes we also trust human beings we see as infallible and supportive. I felt a pillar fall that morning when I saw a change in someone’s stance. More so, because the reason for it was … Continue reading The Compass is Me
We won’t talk about this. They did not sayjust indicated with dark indifferenceShe wondered about the change of stanceIt was something she always knewThey disliked her impudence, or maybefeared she might cross boundaries again-boundariesshe had never stayed within… Why did she come around? they thoughtwhen she knows her unacceptabilityWhy does she peep into their inadequaciesor … Continue reading Silence
The whistle pierced the silence as the train slid into the deserted platform. No lamps glowed, no voices stirred—only shadows stretched across cracked tiles. From the carriages stepped passengers cloaked in mist, their eyes shimmering like distant stars. They were not of flesh but of memory, spirits of forgotten stories, inviting curiosity about their unseen … Continue reading Forgotten Stories
The map in my hand glows with certainty, its arrow unwavering; yet every path I choose threatens to disembark me. I walk anyway, trusting momentum over intuition. The wind translates my intentions into a poem, but scatters my signals like static. Still, something in the distance keeps calling—soft, patient, as if it knew I would … Continue reading Disembarked
Silhouetted against the deep grey sky, we turn into wispy shadows. Evenings on the beach are scary, as they make us aware of our smallness. The high tides will cover everything on the golden sands, leaving behind a residue of jellyfish and water snakes. We will walk cautiously again, waiting for the sunrise, and get … Continue reading The Fishermen Know
The camera on my computer plays gamesI see myself bald in a cancer wardsitting on my chair dressed for workI ask my colleagues what they seeThey reply with a forlorn faceMaybe you should skip work and rest… A nurse appears who looks like meWith a luminous bandage for my soulThe device takes me to a … Continue reading Healing
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