I will never forget the summer I learnt stained glass painting. We had to make our own coolers, mixing resins and pigments. The slightest error would spoil the effect. Glass is the most unforgiving surface - it does not conceal anything. My sub-conscious mind became that glass, in years to come. It would reveal everything … Continue reading Corrosive
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“Nights and days are not very different since the lockdown happened. Shops supplying essential items open for four hours in the morning. Then, it is as bleak as you are seeing it now,” the cabbie was acting as a tourist guide,“BTW, Sir, what brings you to this place in these times? You will be quarantined … Continue reading Lockdown
Julie holds my hand, as I’m about to fling the empty water bottle away. “Let’s walk a little more. There must be a recycling bin somewhere.” “Bottles are picked up to be refilled and sold again.” “Crush it as much as you can. Do you remember how my sister could not receive medical help during … Continue reading Plastic
“OMG! I pride myself so much on my intuition, but it did not work this time. I should have stopped him from taking that forest trip,” wails the grieving mother on the untimely demise of her only son. Youth is the time for adventures, but tragedy can befall at times, silently thinks the logical father. … Continue reading Thought Energy
The gravel below her bare feet hurts, but reminds her of how much has fallen between the cracks. Three decades is not a short time. It is equivalent to the most active part of adult life. She walks on like a zombie, assuming that the sky has always been dark, there are horrors hidden in … Continue reading A way of life
The negativity is unmistakable. She attributes it to outside pressures. An outsider could never gauge how monstrous the person is. Some worship him as a great human being. Some are obliged to him, so quietly bear his unending instructions and repeated rambling on the same things. He is devoted to certain people in his family, … Continue reading Breakthrough
The artist shot herself. Police enquiries do not reveal much. She lived alone, and was not known to entertain much. The matter is silently closed, as eulogies for her talent pour on media pages. Her housekeeper has a different story to tell. The unfinished painting in her studio changes colours every day. There was a … Continue reading Unfinished
She woke up with a start. It was the same dream once again. She stands alone on the banks of a river. The water has a reddish tinge, not blue. A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. The dark figure with multiple limbs is fast approaching her. A human turning … Continue reading Mysterious
I hear the term ‘bastardization of business channels” in corporate corridors and smile inwardly. People talking about it are responsible for bastardising talent or capability based systems in a way, that talent does not recognise itself. I guess the culture is getting at me, and simultaneously getting under my skin. It takes me more than … Continue reading Bastard Hall
