The sleuth had never read a whole book in many years, and this was a series. But it held important clues to the investigation into the dead man’s life. He took time to read a little every day, till he started seeing shadows of his own self on the pages. Who was this abandoned child … Continue reading Diaries
It is not a safe hour for a woman to be walking alone. Perhaps, she worked in graveyard shifts, and is used to the shadowy figures lurking outside. I am curious, but resist the temptation of talking. She is busy with her phone. I see her gesticulating wildly, asking me to get out. I do … Continue reading Flash of a second
She looked out of the window with empty eyes, and wished she did not have to be here. They were family, but talked of inane things she had no interest in, day and day out. The terrifying fact was that the incessant twaddle was draining her. The sameness of the mind-sets and the shallowness of … Continue reading In other words, twaddle
Liz was my nanny. She was also the mother I wished to have. She ensured that I did not hear the arguments between my parents. She honed my multifarious talents, by encouraging me to try new activities. Years later, I learnt that Liz was herself the victim of domestic violence. But she never let us … Continue reading Veiled impact
Do I really deserve this? Did I really deserve to be interacting with a monster like you, and believe that you were the best? I liberate you from the responsibility of telling me the reason – because you don’t deserve it. You don't deserve a chance to come clean, and be absolved of guilt. I … Continue reading You don’t deserve this
The opening story does influence the line of thinking. Here are my reflections on a brother who took an early exit from the world. I have often wondered how two people who have grown up together be so different. We never know the baggage that another person carries, or where their chosen paths lead. … Continue reading Fountains
I threw away the hanging monstrosity, with all the remnants of memories that hurt. The demons live only in my imagination. You left my world long ago, and I don’t exist where you live. Is it forgiveness or freedom? (212 characters) Twittering Tales #88
I have had this recurring nightmare – of being up there on the stage, and seeing the auditorium full of faces I dislike. How the hell do I perform? The act changes involuntarily. I make an extempore speech and there is a stunned silence. For once, my opponents have nothing to say. Happy with my … Continue reading Idiot
“The originality in your work is commendable.” “There is no originality in this world. All concepts are derived from nature – just that the absorption is unconscious at times, and we project the same as our creativity.” “I am inclined to agree with you….” “You will, if you take the time to observe the perfection … Continue reading Never-ending
It was well thought out plan – power failure, security alarms disabled and the raiding of a jewellery shop. The ensuing pandemonium would ensure that the exit gates were not adequately manned, and he will make good his escape in that battered car borrowed from his friend. Little did he know that a bomb blast … Continue reading Planning
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