The skeleton on the bench moved, and the bony extensions encircled my neck. “I killed you several years ago. You are supposed to be resting in your grave”, I barely uttered some words in a muffled voice. “Do you see that pylon over there? They leave wires open for earthing. And while the trees grew, … Continue reading Borderline
"Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them ….." "Yeah, and that is what makes it so difficult … the fact that you can shift positions." "Does that lessen your fear? You create your own reality, which may not be the … Continue reading Fear
The flyover gave a semblance of life to this part of town, as random vehicles sped past. People always looked for a signboard or person of some description to give an indication of the establishments in the red buildings. But the buildings just stood there majestic in their architecture, and devoid of spirit. Traffic was … Continue reading Residents
“The beginning and end are indications of a finite entity. If you see life as a journey from birth to death, it is finite, being a story of the mortal body. But the spirit is not.” “Then, what is the spirit?” “It is intangible, weightless, immeasurable and boundless. It is a part of me, but … Continue reading Conversation
I am surprised by the news that Sunil is migrating to Canada. The IIM topper was grabbed by a company at a fancy package. He had switched jobs twice after that, and appeared to be coasting along on a cushy ride. “I know you made a pile, Sunil, but why Canada? You had some ideas … Continue reading Crossfire
Sparkle dust on me Stars in my eyes, till the string is pulled away. Three Line Tales #Week 85
I met a writer who had hired a woman as a muse. The expression that attracted him to her was “You know my limits. I have no limits.” He would give her situations, and ask for her response or strategy, if she had been there. I am sure it gave him tremendous insights, and openings … Continue reading Openings
The book I just finished reading ‘In Other Words’ by Jhumpa Lahiri. The book is about her mental journey in learning Italian, and the efforts to embrace the language as her own. She is an Indian brought up in America, who won the Pulitzer prize for the book, “Interpretation of Maladies”. Her novel “The Namesake” … Continue reading Pathways
Her voice trembled with indignation as she spat out the words, “Draupadi, the Princess of Panchal was gambled away in a game of dice, by her husband, Yudhishthir. The villains of the tale who proceed to strip her, are warned, rebuked and cursed, but not effectively stopped. What remains a mystery in the tale, is … Continue reading ReInterpretations
“The cops have not taken positions. They are casually chatting away. This could never happen in my country. And see those guys clicking away. Social media will be abuzz with pictures of negligence tomorrow.” “Chill, buddy! They are off duty!” “Then, what are they doing here?” “They have never seen such a maverick President before. … Continue reading Rarely ….
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