OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA “The kids love playing here, but I’m afraid these wagons will become a criminal den. Need to be moved outta here.” "These wagons are part of history - some legendary movies have been shot in these.” “Really? Where are those actors who starred in the movies and shot their action scenes? Does … Continue reading Moving
This is the window to my soul. Today, I’ve found the keys to the conscious and subconscious and unconscious scripts, I could not decipher earlier. Today is the day of emancipation for me. Today is the first day of the rest of my enlightened life. I would have kept rambling, if they had not asked … Continue reading Today
The gravel below her bare feet hurts, but reminds her of how much has fallen between the cracks. Three decades is not a short time. It is equivalent to the most active part of adult life. She walks on like a zombie, assuming that the sky has always been dark, there are horrors hidden in … Continue reading A way of life
The artist shot herself. Police enquiries do not reveal much. She lived alone, and was not known to entertain much. The matter is silently closed, as eulogies for her talent pour on media pages. Her housekeeper has a different story to tell. The unfinished painting in her studio changes colours every day. There was a … Continue reading Unfinished
His words cut deeper than a knife. But it was not he first time she heard that. She had lost all respect for the man, who had continually been subverting her existence, and insulting her for years. Her completeness made him aware of his inadequacy. Her calmness triggered a storm of negativity in him. A … Continue reading The End
Contactless deliveries are in place. The delivery boy calls for the OTP, and leaves the parcel at the doorstep. I exercise care to leave the parcel in the sun for a few hours, carefully discard the packaging and carry only the contents inside - to be washed and disinfected again. Just that happiness isn’t as … Continue reading Best from Waste
We open the house after a couple of years. Spider-webs, furniture covered with old sheets and a skeletal kitchen greet us. My thoughts go back to the days, when the house reverberated with sounds - cackling laughter of children, my mother-in-law’s tyrannical instructions to all for doing things in a certain way and the cribbing … Continue reading End of an era
“Why do certain things look so sharp and clear, and others get blurred in pictures?” “It's all a play of light, and good photographers learn how to manipulate it.” “So am I learning …. But how do I decide what to focus on?” Ted is more a philosopher than a photographer, and inclined to move … Continue reading Creative Power
My childhood was spent wondering who lives behind those monstrous facades. Was it a driver, or a gunner or a silent controller? I would wake up in the middle of the night, when the facades started speaking to me. My son does not waste time. He just jumps on to the other side, and operates … Continue reading It was my choice
“Fall of the King … he is no more the richest man in the country.” The scrolling marquee at the bottom of the television screen is less important than the stock market crash being discussed with shocked expressions. I pull out my cheap Chinese phone to text him. “Remember how we played chess on a … Continue reading Pals
