Painfully yours

I am an artist. I paint wounds in colors I saw, or in colors they become in vintage. I use sharp tools to express intensity of my emotions. It might hurt someone else, but what else do you expect from pain? The real question is whom do I hurt. The ones who inflicted pain on … Continue reading Painfully yours

Shoes with a soul

“Don’t hit me. I’m your friend…” Stella sounded desperate, but at the same time, her hands were around Murphy’s neck, trying to strangulate him. The remaining four were trying to separate them. “What kind of monster friend are you, Stella? You’re killing him.” “No. I don’t want to.” She was now sobbing. The innkeeper’s stern … Continue reading Shoes with a soul

A Soul turned

It has been a lonely life – says the unusual tombstone. He places a bouquet on the grave – not of fresh flowers, but gilt-edged roses. “This is what you chose – artificial beauty frozen in glass. Rawness of emotions was what you could never stand, my intellectual princess! It was for the hoi-polloi – … Continue reading A Soul turned

Born without ….

You were born without a sense of direction. And I am fool enough to plan these trips with you…. Trust me, I remember that we have to go left from here. We did that last time.  <Sigh> Last time was when you were ten years old…. “Dad, we have Google maps,”  interjected a sane voice. … Continue reading Born without ….

Deadwood

He spent his days planting a new garden. This is where his expertise lay, after a life time of nurturing plants, animals and humans. His wife tried to ground him often, not letting him pin too many hopes on the future. The difference in opinion was obvious, as he painstakingly and unfailingly, continued with his … Continue reading Deadwood

I knew ….

"Stop the car! This is where I always met him. This is the place where he will wait for me." "Are you sure? We are in the wilderness." "Believe me…." Two days and a night of camping there were not easy. We had a tent and some supplies to survive. We decided to drive off … Continue reading I knew ….

Coldest fire

“This is the coldest fire that I have ever witnessed.” “Stop talking in riddles.” “Well, fire just burns. We label it with nouns such as glow, warmth, heat or destruction.” “It is the intensity that matters.” “The intensity links up more to human emotions at that point of time.  Of what use is a bonfire … Continue reading Coldest fire

That one word

“Did anyone ask you to start with that one word?” “Not really!” “Then why have you wasted reams of paper to get it right? Do what your mind tells you….” Shucks, why are we born followers, not trailblazers? I could have changed the world, only  …. in absence of that word –compliance. (280 characters)   … Continue reading That one word

Claustrophobic

She chokes as the prickly fingers gather around her, moving fast to remould her existence. Her attempts at escape are thwarted by new arms sprouting up, like the tentacles of an octopus. No wonder he is worshipped as a genius life-giver. However, she wants to lead her own life, not the one ‘given’. The character … Continue reading Claustrophobic

Psychopath

This is the Devil’s Masterpiece – ugliness crafted with such care, with evil planted into each part. The Devil won the ultimate challenge by successful storytelling – making the creature attractive enough to rouse curiosity, and for people to be drawn in by the unmistakable charm, to know the secrets of his success. They never … Continue reading Psychopath