Wind Song

A bolt of lightning leaps at me, but I’m ready to catch the thunder. Electrocution is a possibility, as much as being activated by a divine force. I call the winds to help me decide, but they are busy pushing stubborn clouds. Those tiny people sitting behind rectangles in concrete structures speculate on various things, … Continue reading Wind Song

Accused

She measured the countless hours of dedicated painting on the walls. He was sweating, but cheerful under a bright sun. He was weary, but inspired under cloudy skies. It was her job to shield him and his work from the vagaries of nature. At times, she held the lights at night because a deadline was … Continue reading Accused

Show Windows

“I can’t believe you want to refuse this coveted invitation. I have got my outfit ready.” She looked disappointed as she applied the night cream. “You have no clue about business games, Sara. These star-studded parties are a bubble created by the PR team.” “What do they gain by spending millions?” “They are setting up … Continue reading Show Windows

Powerhouse

I bathe in light that has travelled the world every day. At times, I remain dressed modestly and retain my darkness within. How can the light favour me, if I refuse to absorb the stories it carries, till they become a part of me? When I bare my soul and listen to the light, it … Continue reading Powerhouse

Illusions

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She almost falls asleep to that soothing voice in meditation videos. Focus on what’s happening in your body. Imagine a golden light surrounding you as you rise above. Centre your consciousness on that white dot in your head. If this doesn’t help, what is the secret of peace? Choose your blinds carefully. The picture outside … Continue reading Illusions

Lost connections

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It is a recurring dream. I am in a mansion with large framed photographs of men with turbans and moustaches on the walls. There is an arch in the stone walls covered with bricks. Looks like it conceals an entrance behind it. The giant keys are frozen in time and refuse to reveal secrets. The … Continue reading Lost connections

What say you?

A glass for you, a cup for me… I capture a moment for posterity, create evidence that you always lived amidst us, in our hearts, in my now fragile memory. But will you really care to know? Or is it only the counsellor? Shall we exchange the drinks? I know you prefer a hot snack … Continue reading What say you?

Sticking Out

She walks past the crowded street, self-conscious like the only spot of colour in a drab landscape. Nobody ever told her whether she was beautiful or ugly, as her only companions on the island were flora and fauna. This place is different as there are so many with the same physical form, but none of … Continue reading Sticking Out

Perceptions

She dreamt of giant spiders hiding in the garden who spun the web. How did the makers of Jurassic Park miss out on this species? A tiny rodent brought her to her senses as he cracked the deceptive net. It was a poorly crafted macrame wall-hanging, discarded by the novice artist. It takes close observation … Continue reading Perceptions

With Consternation

It might take longer reaching there. The path is jagged and I need to yield to traffic from the other side. There are butterflies in my stomach as I navigate the roads skilfully, with one eye on the look out for a traffic cop. I am committed to attending the gang’s meeting at the other … Continue reading With Consternation