“Have you bought a new scooter, Dan?” “Nope. Can’t afford one …..” He smiled wryly. “I’ve seen it parked here a couple of times.” Pop….Pop… Pop …. Dan’s phone crackled with notifications, as he entered the house. He was connected to the wifi. Who gave him the password? The pieces of the puzzle were falling … Continue reading Complicit
They had been looking for each other – quietly, with an unspoken determination and a hope that they will succeed someday. None of them realized that destiny had a different plan. Unknowingly, they had crossed paths with each other, moving in different directions on parallel tracks. The incidences were geographical, figurative and metaphorical. The writer … Continue reading Story-crossed
Amnesia is not a dreaded word. It has not been one for decades. One can find life again and reconnect. Somehow, this episode is different. I find myself in a world without Facebook and Instagram. There is no digital backup of life, and no tattoos on my body. The fire has damaged more than my … Continue reading Human mind
It’s an unusual sight – soldiers pouring in bottles of Old Monk rum down the throat of a frozen mule, to generate heat within. The mule is a comrade who stepped on thin ice, with a burden on his back, and was buried in snow. There is no way that a soldier lets go of … Continue reading Fire in the snow
Oneness redefined in shadows of the infinite How small do we look under the blue umbrella? Will holding each other add a little more weight give us some presence in nature’s scheme of things? And then the sky speaks- I am what I am not with the height or intangibility but – because I … Continue reading Expansiveness
“I don’t like this place.” “It’s your new home, Hannah! You chose this.” “I chose a person, not the place and culture. I don’t change as an individual, because I like a particular person. I’m not compelled to adopt a different culture and lifestyle.” “Girls do it everywhere, when they marry in a different country, … Continue reading Making it work
I am an artist. I paint wounds in colors I saw, or in colors they become in vintage. I use sharp tools to express intensity of my emotions. It might hurt someone else, but what else do you expect from pain? The real question is whom do I hurt. The ones who inflicted pain on … Continue reading Painfully yours
“Don’t hit me. I’m your friend…” Stella sounded desperate, but at the same time, her hands were around Murphy’s neck, trying to strangulate him. The remaining four were trying to separate them. “What kind of monster friend are you, Stella? You’re killing him.” “No. I don’t want to.” She was now sobbing. The innkeeper’s stern … Continue reading Shoes with a soul
"Stop the car! This is where I always met him. This is the place where he will wait for me." "Are you sure? We are in the wilderness." "Believe me…." Two days and a night of camping there were not easy. We had a tent and some supplies to survive. We decided to drive off … Continue reading I knew ….
This is the Devil’s Masterpiece – ugliness crafted with such care, with evil planted into each part. The Devil won the ultimate challenge by successful storytelling – making the creature attractive enough to rouse curiosity, and for people to be drawn in by the unmistakable charm, to know the secrets of his success. They never … Continue reading Psychopath
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