“What do you think you can capture in the dark?’” “The deepest and darkest side of human nature….. a thief on the prowl to earn a living, the Tantric who deserted his family, hedonists enjoying nightlife, and tears shed when nobody’s watching them….. the tiny lights look like stars in the picture.” “That sounds deranged.“ … Continue reading Voice of (In)sanity
It had taken tremendous effort to reach here. The kids were talking about some experiment, and formulating a strategy to catch him. He jumped back, fearing loss of freedom and life. Another voice echoed in the depth, “Frogs in the well… they have no interest in the world outside…” (279 characters) Twittering Tale #75
She was in a state of deep despair, having lost their daughter to the cruelty of tyrants. Poverty added to helplessness. She did not like what her husband had been doing with inflammable material. “What kind of sorcery is that? You are inviting further trouble.” “The planet that we live in was created from an … Continue reading Blown apart
There was a knife in my back, and it hurt awfully. I saw life on the other side, and decided to quit the corporate corridors. I am the only one to see spring in the winter of life. My dreams of creative pursuits bloom into reality. I blossom in several avatars, stopping and starting at … Continue reading Butterflies
A strange smell emanated from the place. The lighting was different, not dim, and made people look like pale shadows of themselves. I felt uneasy, as I could not see the exact outline that shaped bodies. It appeared as if they wore a halo all around. Maybe, a filter from one of those silly apps … Continue reading Filtered images
It’s been a hectic day, and I managed to float through, without getting involved in the Women’s Day celebrations all around. I don’t want to feel and do something that I am supposed to do. And I don’t feel any excitement inside. The glaring truths do not change. Eulogistic greetings are bartered for future complicity … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 27
The normally sober Konica picked up a rock on impulse and flung it in the water. “Lady, you are not allowed to do that here.” Interrupted the guide. She was keenly watching the bubbles that arose on the spot. “Don’t you see blood there?” “Blood? No. That is a reflection of the evening sky.” “Dive … Continue reading Return
Little NE appeared to be struggling with something on her desk since morning. “What exactly are you trying to do, NE?” “I m lng a nu form of art. The thin cnvs is called ppr, and u gt pnts in few clrs. 1 can pnt lfabets to rite a story, or drw figrs with it. … Continue reading Art
The snowman had been there all winter, in my neighbor’s backyard. I was not on cordial terms with the Gomeses. Arthur Gomes and I had been colleagues, and I had to quit the job because of his political manipulations. We had moved on in different directions since, but the memories still hurt. Spring arrived but … Continue reading Spring
The words blurred into one another, every yellowed page like the one before. Her life had been an unending story of loneliness. The frameworks and characters changed, but the central theme remained the same – of not being understood, included or accepted, of wavelengths that did not match. History kept repeating itself. The editor’s words … Continue reading Scrambled Sun
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