Richard’s soul must have turned in his grave, millions of times, seeing his beloved shed tears, sitting near his tombstone. I noticed new botanical species springing up, amongst the grass on the tomb. I remember our soulful conversations in the hospital. The writing was on the wall for us. He had to go. He promised … Continue reading Unspoken
“I own a walnut-shaped pink contraption, which serves as my personal spaceship. It takes me to unknown lands to explore virgin landscapes, and paint my own pictures.” “Can I see it?” “No. I keep it protected in a bony case.” “I insist on seeing it.” It might shock you to see your own talking, walking … Continue reading The Escape Artist
Youth applauds the ingenuity of the sculptor. The artist has outdone himself in capturing the complexities of the world. How are brilliant careers and filthy fortunes built? The world looks for the pull from the top, or the jack – the propeller from the bottom. Networks keep your system functioning, and oil your wheels with … Continue reading Hollowness
Helena thought her eye-protection glasses were not right. The cloud of smoke was assuming a human form. She was terrified to hear a vaguely familiar voice in close proximity, “Help me. It has been eight years.” “Eight years since what?” “He said that New Moons signify hope, not darkness. But, ninety-six New Moons have been … Continue reading The Rare New Moon
The jester accidentally dropped his mask, during the performance, and Molly froze in terror. A counsellor had told her, “The sounds in your head have risen to a level, where you can’t hear the fusion. We call it ‘white noise’.” The noise was turning black, as it got spiked with hatred. Life was no longer … Continue reading White Noise
I saw the barren branches touching the monument, of what once used to be lush, green foliage. The moss depicted years of neglect and non-maintenance. It was an isolated place. I remembered reading somewhere, about the place becoming a hideout for criminals. I thought of the books that I wanted to write, the intellectual legacy … Continue reading Mortality
The beautician is stumped. How does she enhance the looks of a girl, who is made of moonbeams? But Moonbeam wants to look her best for her debut night. She will eclipse a major part of the Sun tonight, and the world will watch her on that dark blue stage. She will compete with larger, … Continue reading Moonbeam
“Get out of your reverie! Colors mean business.” “Whaaatt?” “Why do you creative types see red so soon? The fabric manufacturers, fashion and textile designers all wait for the colors of the year to be announced. It marks the start of business activity for the next season.” “I assess the client’s personality and lifestyle requirements, … Continue reading Colors mean Business
Every morning, I decide to free myself of the blogging addiction. And here I am, logged in again, carrying my disappointed self into a make-believe world, where voices are heard. Sane voices, by and large, remain unheard. Can we speak in a language that the insane understand? Write compelling stories, use popular media like videos … Continue reading Do you hear me?
The first flush of recognition is more expansive and exhilarating than first love. It happened way back in the nineties. Music was the only way that an introvert like me could express myself. She heard me, she stopped and her gaze remained fixed till the song ended. She moved away, without a single word of … Continue reading Mentor
