A woman’s silhouette, her features obscured by the darkness, moved outside the window – her presence impossible, for she had died ten years ago. He sat up in bed, disturbed by this strangely unwarranted intrusion. He looked around for unusual signals, but there were none. Yet, he could not gather the courage to get up … Continue reading Intrusion
“One or more terrorists are still hiding somewhere.” “How can you say that?” “They abandoned the rocks after the full-fledged army attack, but two rocks are missing from this box. I’d counted all.” For once, the Captain believed him. “Take your positions, quick”, he barked. Silence. There was no sound of gunfire from anywhere. “Look … Continue reading War and Peace
“Man cannot replicate or compete with nature”. “Mankind often overpowers nature, for both good and bad.” “I don’t see any good in what you say”. Veronica smiled. She could never win over her sister Valerie with logic. Yet, they relied on each other for emotional support. “Val, look at it this way. I never learnt … Continue reading Two sides of a Coin
I wonder why she confides in him. He listens to her, then disconnects and dials his buddies. They are guffawing over a secret or deriding her obstinacy. Did she hope he would convey her message to the concerned people? If he did, it would be tinged, or rather, coloured, with his opinions, not her perspective. … Continue reading Vulnerable
Stupid girl! I already do that. I love you as an extension of myself. I expect you to echo my beliefs, live by my value system and be grateful for the opportunity. You failed to read the second part; not me. I’m not what you expect me to be. What Do You See #288
Smoke choked the morning sky as artillery fire rumbled through the ruined village. Soldiers marched past, with hardened faces, oblivious to the misery in the eyes of those whose dear ones were at war. Maria looked at her husband’s picture in uniform on the mantelpiece. The thought of seeing a garland hanging on the picture … Continue reading Gains and Losses
On a stage lit in neon, drowning in kaleidoscopic noise, Samaira found solace in her mother’s artwork.She had discovered woven elegance in her attic, uncovered forgotten stories from an era long past. Each design held depth, contrasting with the fleeting scroll of social feeds. Knotted deliberately, some stories did not give in to untangling and … Continue reading Un-knotting stories
28th January, 2005, was the day I felt hurt and ignored. 12th June, 2007 ……… She wondered if she was talking to a human being or a talking calendar of events—events she could not remember or relate to, but had trapped his weak mind in repetitive cycles. Sahil kept talking in loops and failed to … Continue reading Black Monsters
“I don’t believe in this mahurat nonsense,” Ajay hissed. “It doesn’t harm us in any way. We are already living together. This event is meant to be a social declaration in India.” They wanted to get married at their annual vacation home, but the priest said there were no auspicious dates during the month. Her … Continue reading The Perfect Date (Mahurat)
The laptop screen flickered as the lights went out. She turned back to open the windows, and froze in her tracks as the reflection in the glass was not her own. Words appeared on the device screen unaided by text or voice input – “You left the attic door open and invited me in, so … Continue reading Fiercely Private
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