The city that never sleeps fascinates me. I walk under the streetlamps like a model walking the ramp under arc lights. I drape a scarf around my frail shoulders in different ways. One night … an invisible force tugs at my scarf. I’m pulled up to the bridge above the lights. It is a new … Continue reading Muse or Terror?
The birds haven’t come yet, and we stand disconnected from the world. We stand weighed down by the burden of a bird utility, and I’m sure my knees will start bleeding soon. You are no Atlas, so give up the idea of shrugging. It’s an incredible life out here, uninterrupted by the vagaries of the … Continue reading Whose life is a picnic?
The moon winks just as I start drawing curtains for the night. “Talk to me before a cloud interrupts our conversation,” the invitation is tempting enough to make the curtain rings stop in their tracks. “The night is hearing our inane chatter,” I warn the flirtatious Moon. “Nights turn poetic by absorbing secrets and let … Continue reading Flirtatious Moon
She stares at the bar menu indecisively. The drinks that her parents stocked in the bar are not featured here. She used to enjoy a Long Island Iced Tea with her ex, but the drink was discarded with bitter memories. “Do you have a sampling system, where I can try a few options?” “Lady, are … Continue reading Spirits
Expectations make them bleed, as they struggle to hide their blues and bruises on seemingly unbroken skin. Religion arrives first, offering bandages emblazoned with sacred symbols, wrapping it in layers of divine justification. Morality follows close behind, labeling the wound as righteous and the pain as virtuous suffering. Nailed to a cross, the injury festered; … Continue reading Bandaged Existence
I don’t remember when I cleared the clutter after my exams. Or was it before that? It was not an easy task for a lazy Lulu like me. I don’t recall how much I spent from my scarce pocket money to prepare myself for the exams. I had not learnt the basics of financial planning … Continue reading Pain
When breadth of thought becomes challenging to manage, the gallantry award goes to those who incarcerate the brain. The jailor does not know he is imprisoned himself. Weekend Writing Prompt #405
Nothingness. But no… There is Someone there who wants Something to be in place of nothing. Someone is intelligent, creative, and excellent at visualisation. It designs a Universe and executes it over some time. It creates MVPs (minimum viable products) and lets them multiply. They are gifted with imagination, and some theories about the beginning … Continue reading Someone and Something
“It's Ronnie again... Rs. 122 crores have disappeared from the vaults of a bank." “Don’t worry ... He is our undercover agent, and I am sure we will get to the criminals soon enough.” Ronnie gazes into the mirror yet again as if trying to recognise his true self after spending months in the world … Continue reading Perfectly Executed
“One thousand snails were needed to yield 1.4 grammes of dye. These snails oozed a yellow fluid, which, when exposed to light, turned a brilliant shade of purple. Tyrean purple became the royal colour due to its high cost.” “Why did they not mix red and blue to create the colour?” Colour-mixing, as we know … Continue reading Colours
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