I am tired, drained out…. I desperately wish this is the last phase of life. I came here to speak to the dead. I came here to seek inclusion in their world. After all, they are the only ones who lie in peace. I see their perspective, and know what they missed out on. I … Continue reading Unknown destinations
She could neither cook nor bake, but her husband had been fine with it. They could afford domestic help, and he was a chef par excellence. She felt compelled to cheat in her eighties now. She ordered stuff from the nearby bakery, and messed up the kitchen to show she had been working. She longed … Continue reading Guilty pleasure
The shoes have been there for years, but she has never stepped into those. Not because it is a despised pair, but because it is just not her. She has been declared an outcast after imposing a persona on her, which is not her. She surprises herself and the world with her nonchalance. There is … Continue reading Just not her
It is good to get out of a museum, to be out and about amongst the hoi polloi. I take a bus ride with students studying art, and hear umpteen stories about my real identity. The Leonardo guy is not liked much. Else, why would they make such erroneous assumptions about him? I just about … Continue reading Identity
My hair is done, makeup looks perfect …. I smile with satisfaction, as I step into my designer gown. I hope the evening is perfect. I need posh do’s to gloss over the fact that the year was a disaster. After all, it will be washed away in the expensive alcohol we consume tonight. The … Continue reading Posh evenings
I’m shivering in the cold, out here on the couch, with only my faithful puppy to keep me warm. ‘Click, click’ … No, place it here. This setting looks better. The white sheets are a good background, but are oh-so-crumpled. My baby cannot stop rolling over. Two Santas, and a smiley stuck on the Teddy’s … Continue reading Instagrammed
It was a painful moment of my life to erect this memorial. I lost the person who mattered most to me. The loneliness in the island often makes me think how John would have taken it, if I had died earlier… A century later, I laugh amidst the waves crashing against the shore. John is … Continue reading A century later ….
I still have those red caps somewhere claustrophobic in a dark shelf ruing loss of innocence and trying to decipher burdens in different shapes the owner carries now. I still have a picture of the tree lying in a junk drawer envious of its glam successors it knows that theworld is digital now sepia … Continue reading Vintage
“Technology does not look out of place, even in a junkyard. But what made you choose this place to work? You have a beautiful house and study.” “I’m looking for buyers to take the junk. It is easier to click pictures here and upload them. The music keeps me going, and I can attend to … Continue reading Selling junk
I don’t remember ever seeing a phone booth on this road. Is it real? I can confirm it from Google …. But…. Where is my phone? I kept it in the pocket on the right. Noooo… my coat is a different color. I peep into the glass of the booth door to check my face, … Continue reading Destinations
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