The solitary flower looked majestic, amidst thorny cactuses, as if mocking my weariness. I came to the big, bad city looking for modelling assignments, a year ago. The steps on the ladder to success were paved with thorns. Yes, all those thorny and horny guys, wanting to pierce into my flesh…. in return for an … Continue reading Success
The girl screamed once, only the once. Yes, Inspector Rebus Novel has got I right in “Knots and Crosses”. She could scream only once, as she lost her sanity after witnessing the reality of the world around her. It is the same world that you and I inhabit, but have made it so uninhabitable. Do … Continue reading Silent Screams
Grandfather clocks have always fascinated me. I hang on to the tick-tock of the needles, and anxiously wait for sundown. My partner, Jim will appear, when the clock strikes twelve. It is a New Moon tonight, and we will only have starlight to support us. The shiny statue of the janitor, at the base of … Continue reading The Janitor
He wondered who drew those colored patterns in the water. His physics teacher had explained how a thin film of petrol on water creates those patterns. Who cared about Physics anyway? The chemistry that his creative mind shared with nature overruled everything. He did not think about his mother waiting for his return from school, … Continue reading Abstract Art
I wonder who left the cargo there, with no sailor or passenger in sight. Was it jettisoned, and those who dropped it there, just flew away into the horizon? Hats off to that white dinghy, looking lost, yet waiting for someone to appear. Something far more intriguing than that, is the red stool under the … Continue reading Jettisoned
Gloria put her ledger in the secret compartment, under the false bottom of her desk drawer. It was a rather strange looking corner for an artists’ abode. Brushes and a sinister-looking pot of paint were seen, but no palette or canvas. The compartment had a very surreptitious-looking handle, as if the artist was turning its … Continue reading The Portrait
Wheels on wheels? Wheels behind wheels? Wheels dominated your life. I wanted to be the grease that lubricated your life, to help it run smoothly. But it was not destined. Life rolled on. You joined the army, married and had a family that loved you. I drove on aimlessly, alone on the highway of life, … Continue reading The Robbery
The fish had always loved this. It was a view of their home in the ocean, with several memories associated. Free movement, symbiotic existence with other flora and fauna. It also reminded them of the eery feeling as they saw divers in strange costumes, huge vessels and large nets approach the depths of their haven. … Continue reading Illusion
Alas! I have reached the end of the whirlpool, after a gut-wrenching experience of being tossed and turned over, as if my destiny was intertwined with the machinations of this monster. Just when I visualized the Agents of Death coming for me, I saw Light. This round window offered a glimpse of Hope – that … Continue reading The Journey
I hate Chinese food. And yet, I run a Chinese eating joint in Dona Paula. The statue of Dona Paula depicts Mother India and Young India – one facing East, and other the West. My mother could not bear the idea of her son marrying Paula, a British girl. Paula hated British food, but loved … Continue reading East meets West
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