“The glare was blinding. I stopped in my tracks ….” “And you reached nowhere?” “I am now here. A window opened in the sky, and a resounding voice asked me to change tracks.” “A window in the sky? Whom are you kidding?” “I’ll show you a pic.” “So, there was a camera lurking somewhere?” “There … Continue reading It’s not Friday yet
Those pages make a story for sure, but all are not written by me. How ridiculous is it to say, that I’m not the author of my own life? Am I blaming others for failure, or giving them credit for undeserved success? Maybe, I happened to be at the right place at the time to … Continue reading Whose story?
There’s an unprecedented chill in the air, and the ground beneath his feet is unusually cold. “Why are you roaming barefoot in this weather, young lad?” The old man’s voice breaks his reverie. The whiff of perfume, swish of a silk scarf, charm of a smile and beauty of a face is firmly in the … Continue reading Infatuation
Have I really been here before? Is it a scene from the last five novels I binge-read? I recall wanting to be there, and rewriting the plot in my style. The place has so much potential - in the mind, on earth or under water. Shadows creep in on me, telling me a very old … Continue reading Deja Vu or Veja Du?
I’m happy that I survived the churning of the washing machine, my insides being squeezed out to enable quick drying. Finally, I see sunlight…. not just in the balcony, but in the eyes of my friend who is ready to cuddle me once again. After all, I’m his only confidante. I know that his teacher … Continue reading Squeezed
What separates us now is a hazy veilignorance, misunderstanding or a vile gamewe don't see eye-to-eye, distrust prevailsvision is not lost, but it's not the same ignorance, misunderstanding or a vile gamethe knife in my back hurts, it's intense painvision is not lost, but it's not the sameI've learnt my lessons, so no tears reign … Continue reading Veil
Silhouettes - the dark shape and outline of someone or something visible in restricted light against a brighter background. It’s not just a dictionary meaning. It represents the underground presence, hushed voices, crushed identities that lie beneath a story. They are the ones who created the outline, but disappeared either voluntarily or were compelled to … Continue reading Silhouettes
“It’s an electric pole, not a cross.” “Oh, my Gosh! I see hope and then it vanishes…” Diana is the eternal pessimist, believing in doomsday predictions and her companions are at the verge of exasperation. They decide to ignore her and get busy clicking pictures of the majestic peak in front of them. Locals believe … Continue reading Faith
“I give up”. Sylvia is gasping for oxygen, as she throws her shoes to settle down in the grass. She fails to notice my ashen face. The witch hunt has led us to monstrous insights. I came hunting for a story, but reality stares back at me - mercilessly, silently. The killer has left a … Continue reading Story hunt
The world looks so different from here. But what separates me from it is still a haze… I’m not sure if what I think or infer is right. The people who hurt me are floating around, showing me unknown aspects of their existence … unknown to me that is… altering my view totally. Is revenge … Continue reading Haze
