News channels carry the story of a celebrity singer, who sang on the streets in anonymity, covering himself in a shawl, and earned Rs.12/- in five hours. He humbly acknowledged the people, the orchestra, the lavish sets and the media machinery that make him a star. Else, the same songs could get him a measly … Continue reading Devoid of Color
“The laws of physics do not govern the world”, opined the lady “Art and artists will always have their way.” The water in the glass smirked. (140 characters) Inspired by Kat Myrman at Twittering Tales #30
Yes. It happened again. I should have seen it coming, but hope blinds me every time I repeat the act. I adored my father for the love that he showered on me, for the values that he espoused. I could not respect a person who was not honest, straightforward and kind like my father was. … Continue reading Reflections on Choice
A frozen moment in time, given a solid form, by a sculptor beckons. This is not the work of a high-resolution, high-precision camera. It is a snapshot in time, as the sculptor imagined and interpreted that moment. And this is the case with every work of art. “What, then, is immortal? The subject of art, … Continue reading Immortality
The King of Malanda was in a fix. The Mughals had conquered the neighbouring kingdom of Nalcore, leaving Malanda more vulnerable. On its south was the Indian Ocean, where they needed strong naval security. Those islands could also be used by the Mughals as a base for war. On its right, was the beautiful kingdom … Continue reading The Vision in Pink
She traded her freedom for the social security her husband provided. She accepted subjugation for the wealth that her children would inherit. She had mastered the art of silent manipulation. She would not eat till her husband came home, just to draw him homewards. She pampered her own spoilt brats, so they would look after … Continue reading The Last Trade
Shiva’s mother remembered that ominous moment of his christening, which had almost sealed his fate. Mythology says that the ocean was churned by the Gods and Demons, to extract ‘Amrit’, the nectar that guaranteed eternal life, but the process also brought a deadly poison to the surface. Lord Shiva swallowed the poison to save the … Continue reading Shiva
Body art was a tool of expression for her tattered soul. It was touted as a wistful expression of her desires, and some patrons had insisted on getting her inked a little more. The writer had said, “Nobody knows why human beings want to leave their footprints on the sands of time”. ‘And marks of … Continue reading The Scars
The house was locked, and wore a desolate look. Nobody had lived there for years. A damaged car parked outside indicated a backstory. The boy washing cars cleaned this one for free, just so that it did not turn into an eyesore. He mentioned hearing muffled sounds, but it was dismissed as a teenager’s hyperactive … Continue reading The Mystery
This was an unusual tree, which did not follow seasons. It could wilt in spring, or bloom in winter. It had become a tourist attraction over the years, but the tree did not always oblige. At times, It would look like a pretty normal tree, and the onlookers would return disappointed. The window was a … Continue reading Microcosm
