His father’s clinic

Mohit entered his father’s clinic after several months. This was the room, his father, Dr. Varma, used before his demise. It was the era before computers, and his prescription pad and pen were still kept on the table. A garlanded picture of his Dad adorned the wall behind the chair. Dr. Varma was known for … Continue reading His father’s clinic

The Space Ride

“Hey, there!” The voice was unmistakably familiar, but the sight alien. I had forgotten to close the window, before going to bed. Has a rocket or missile entered my garden? I could barely move my limbs or lips, but I wanted to say, “Hey, whoever-you-are, Mr. Alien! Stay for some time, as my son would … Continue reading The Space Ride

The Speaker’s Thoughts

I love making long speeches. I don’t need to prepare for it. I look at the size of the audience, and go on rambling about my thoughts on the subject, and all my golden memories associated with it. I think of the increasing number of people with ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) in the world, … Continue reading The Speaker’s Thoughts

The Last Day at Work

It was his last day at work, at the age of 60. He had taken time to wind up his desk, and allocate the files before he left office. The parking lot was empty, as people had left the workplace at 6 pm. He stood there idly, and thought of all the people whom he … Continue reading The Last Day at Work

Jilted

Rahul walked to the pantry for a quick shot of coffee. Men are not supposed to cry, and it was foolish to cry in the workplace. But that is the place which really makes one want to cry. He stared at the glass partition separating the tables from the vending machines on the other side. … Continue reading Jilted

The Writer’s Block

He was greeted by a curious sight on the beach. The bottle he saw yesterday at the junk seller’s shop was lying there, amidst sea creatures, which looked like monsters guarding it. How did the bottle reach here? Cyrus had sold off his books, to pay for his stay in Goa for two more days. … Continue reading The Writer’s Block

The Dinosaur

"I have won an award, Dad." “Congratulations, son! But where have you been for the last 4 days?” “Digging dinosaur remains in the desert. We are combining it with Virtual Reality and 3D printing, to create a real experience for kids”, Sammy was babbling with excitement. Jim Morris, his father, was lost in thoughts. “Oh, … Continue reading The Dinosaur

A new chapter

I had been driving around in the wilderness for too long, with no directions. The sight of an inverted umbrella boosted my sagging spirits. Maybe, there was a brilliant, young mind at work somewhere close, who was on a network. If this was a dish antenna, there was some hope of being reconnected to the … Continue reading A new chapter

The Circus

Those circus tents were back in town. The white, snowy exterior induced a chill in his spine. The tents used to be colourful in his heydays, to attract children to the clowns, animals and the artists in shiny costumes. He had spent the best days of his life, there. He shuddered to remember the day, … Continue reading The Circus

An appropriate platform

The hands look hardened with stress, more like a manual laborer’s hands, than a musician’s. Jack plays on to alleviate stress. The world had knocked him down several times. He had built hotels and homes, but was never invited to take a peek of the finished work from inside. He created comfort for others, but … Continue reading An appropriate platform