Jeff stood on top of the barge, bidding a silent goodbye to the city. Venice would soon forget this cruise passenger, who wanted to leave a mark on someone’s heart, but failed. She had failed to turn up. Meanwhile, another petite figure walked across on the Grand Canal Bridge, from Venice train station to Piazzale … Continue reading 1980 BC
“I work for Brand Shahrukh”, declared the renowned actor Shahrukh Khan. Polished exteriors and edited highlights make them the grand success that celebrities are. I felt the rawness of my authenticity turning and churning inside uncomfortably, with an externally imposed sense of inadequacy. Six years later, my hands tremble as I receive the National Award … Continue reading Face behind
Thoughts fly at a speed higher than the car I am riding in. Figures and structures on the sidewalk look blurred, as I try to click a picture of memories. Yes, memories of the days I spent hanging around here. There is not a single familiar face who would recognize me. And who has time … Continue reading Sometime, somewhere
I see questions in the eyes of the stray puppies and cat I feed, as we pack our stuff to move to another city. They refuse to eat, and keep moving around our feet. I see them following the car, as we finally lock the house, pat their heads and leave. “Who will care for … Continue reading Unspoken
“I’ve seen the sun and moon trapped between these wires. Now, the clouds are getting asphyxiated.” “Clouds move with the winds. Why should they feel choked?” “What will happen if one of them gets electrocuted on the go? Will that result in lightning and a storm?” “Where do you get these ideas from?” “I’ve seen … Continue reading Imagination stuck
The pictures of the robotic rover looked different. Was Opportunity captured by aliens? Was a dust storm raised on the Red Planet to cover the surgical strike? What or who has taken its place? I looked guilty, as I recalled a face I dumped there on my first-ever mission. She had sprouted technology, instead of … Continue reading Dumped
Mughal miniatures, demon faces, architectural models, eggheads on pillows – he had innovated in every egg he sculpted. “Dad, why is it lying outside in the grass?” “This is a step beyond 3D. I await deposits from nature, before I paint a chicken head popping out of the piece.” (275 characters) Twittering Tales #89
Sneaking here in the night had gotten easier, what with business going global, and people working round the clock. He was smart enough to know that data was his goldmine, while others went hunting for mansions and diamonds. He would’ve access to every luxury in the course of time, just like the access cards he … Continue reading Nightmare
The house was being auctioned. All efforts by banks and debt management agencies to get the owners out of red had failed. There was a hushed silence on accusations about siphoning of funds by the owner from various public channels. The matter was still sub-judice. One of the bidders was an ex-employee in the owner’s … Continue reading Invincibility
He had looked forward to this homecoming for long. The years of toil, loneliness and being in a foreign land were interesting, but not exactly exciting. Scenes from the past, present and possible future flashed through his mind, as he saw the changing colors on the vase. One could see grey clouds, blue ice, muddy … Continue reading Changing Colors
