It was not exactly a dislike, but she had never appreciated her husband’s obsession with collecting vases. Feroze would buy fakes, if he couldn’t get hold of original antiques. He loved the touch and feel of objects he could own. She was a poet with surrealistic preferences. He thought she was always lost in her … Continue reading Complements
Yes. She did it on Facebook. She changed her status from Committed to Single. In a few weeks, I saw pictures of her engagement to another guy. I have not been invited to the wedding. But I am here in disguise. I borrowed an invitation card from someone, to gain entry to the venue. I … Continue reading Jilted
The sight of a grey sky always pulled her down. She was not sure, if she was imagining the red streaks on the sky, or if they were real. She looked at the dense fog, and wondered if the sunlight was cutting through the fog, or the fog was overpowering sunlight. The latter appeared to … Continue reading Loss
It was obvious that somebody had been looking for something, which was valuable. It could either be of material value, or hold a clue for the investigation. The cops turned the place upside down once again, but found nothing that spoke the language they were so eager to hear. The little mynah was the only … Continue reading Eager to Speak
Writing an autobiography is not an easy task. My existence is linked to many others. Do I have a right to reveal the role they played in my life? I checked into a hotel for a couple of days to write peacefully. I luxuriated in the solitude, and the pleasure of being served breakfast in … Continue reading Changing Perspectives
“There is no reason to return home.” “You are depressed. Find a therapist after you land.” “No. I don’t want to live …..” “You are on the borderline. Something could still lift you up there.” SPLASH! He had jumped in the water. Then, the same figure was signalling for a lifeboat to be thrown his … Continue reading Borderline
His appearance was unkempt, with a faraway look in his eyes, as if he did not belong. It was the prison guard who told me his real identity. I looked again. Did I see a tinge of regret or repentance? Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Students of Shakespearean literature would have seen many … Continue reading The Fallen Pharaoh
Today, I consider myself fortunate to meet that fossil strolling around in the park. How I hated the parched skin, baked in the sun, at first sight! She had spent her life working for animal welfare, and working in open farms. She asked for help in taking a stray dog to the vet, and I … Continue reading A Twist of Fate
Decades ago, Ayn Rand wrote about a separating couple in her work of fiction,“We, the Living”, who were being sent to Siberia, by the ruling monsters. The girl says, “Maybe we could look at the same moon every day and feel connected, Sasha.” Their helplessness is unfathomable in the Internet Age. Faustina considers herself to … Continue reading Romanticism
It looks like I have missed the last train. The station is empty, except for a few people on the escalator. Did they get off the last train? Or did they miss it? Should I feel safe or unsafe with their presence? Can I seek their help to find alternate transport at this hour? Google … Continue reading Intertwined Destinies
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