Pic: Dale Rogerson “Taste,” said my grandma, “is a function of all that you put in the pan, how and when.” I followed her advice religiously, while cooking meals for a husband who did not love me. Very few words were exchanged between us. We lived in different worlds with different priorities, and blamed each … Continue reading Tasteless
A pair waiting for another, just like that.... for companions on a journey to walk or run together share, yes... but not speak For companions on a journey vocal in silence laden with camaraderie share, yes... but don't speak lest it breaks the spell, my dearie vocal in silence laden with camaraderie they move on, … Continue reading Camaraderie
Friday Fictioneers Out on the streets, I know convergence of views holds no meaning. A houseful of people scrambling for their own safety, fight suspicion, as they want to know where the other had been, and what is the likelihood of contamination. A pandemic has only highlighted existing divergence and mutual distrust. I scribble on … Continue reading Convergence
“We couldn’t have done it without you, Officer!” The Commissioner smiled as he pinned the medal on my shoulder. Operation Forest Trail had been successful beyond expectations, and all criminals who engaged in poaching and illegal cutting of trees were arrested. “Inspector Mario, will you share with us the secret of your terrific tuning with … Continue reading Lullabies
It’s a sight I’ve not forgotten. I’d tried to avert the eyes of kids playing in the park, as I buried my infant son. My wife was distraught, but we had to catch the last train back home. The paediatrician was world-famous, but just said ‘Sorry…’. Years later, I come back to see if I … Continue reading Hope lingers on….
The arrival of that car means trouble. The mean owner has arrived, and it makes sense to stay away. He hopes to find work elsewhere, and earn a day’s bread for his family. In the next street, someone is hiring people for slogan-shouting. They have to participate in a rally, in return for lunch and … Continue reading Cyclic fate
“There is an end to an end to everything.” The words reverberated through her mind with the same intensity, though a decade had passed by. The days spent outdoors when she was busy doodling, and he was perfecting his photography had taught her so much. Unknowingly, she had started spinning yarns about a life together. … Continue reading So long, and no longer…
She walked out of her fave restaurant after a satisfying dinner, enjoyed alone. It was her last night in the city. She was going to miss a lot of it. The hurried walks through this street when she was late in the morning, the stroll after lunch and maybe a quick drink after work. The … Continue reading Missing
Untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read. She wondered how long it had been, and what had happened in his life after she left. Those days and nights of reading, and long evenings of deep discussions were still fresh in her mind. She had become … Continue reading What was it?
It has been six hours since we got lost.… We are playing a game for a TV show, buddy! Dan was irritated. But I don’t see the cameras following us… I think I heard the buzz of a drone. I’m on the verge of giving up… I can sense that. But, hey, look there … … Continue reading Next Show #writephoto
