“It’s a strange city. Why would anyone hang shoes up there?” “Get used to being in a city of high achievers. The shoes are left behind by people who fly away to meet their lofty goals.” “And they want their shoes to be available on dropping down from gorgeous heights?’ “No. We keep those as … Continue reading Marketing
“I’d like to know more about the residents of the palace. It feels like every carefully placed stone has a story to tell.” The guide looked at her with misty eyes, her voice choked. “It was a city, not just a palace. Each stone speaks of dreams destroyed, to appease the ego of palace residents.” … Continue reading Remnants
I don’t know why people think the past is romantic. Why do they revel in reunions or visit historical monuments? The past wants a voice in the present, but forgets it has already lived its present. Now it needs to let others live out their present. The present peeks into the past, only to be … Continue reading Past
I know you don’t expect me, nor am I a welcome visitor in your self-imposed isolation. But this is to let you know that I’ll be there with you next week. I’m haunted by the stones in that cottage – each carrying a story from the past. Stones chosen carefully for what they represent, got … Continue reading A letter
Tourists make a monument whatever it is. I’ve always been fascinated by history. I like to guess the stories of what happened then. What were the characters involved thinking? How did the place evolve to its present state. I want to write a novel, but coming with a physicist changes it all. All I hear … Continue reading Silent monuments
“What are you doing here?” She could have given anything to see this expression. “Why do you look so surprised?” “This is the sleaziest bar in town. Not a place I’d like to see my wife in…” “I guess togetherness means being where you are. I took some time to find out your favourite haunts … Continue reading Compromise
deep in the woods, stands a story untoldsomeone drove there, remained in the foldgrapevines say so, that he did not returna novelist who struck an idea on the run someone drove there, remained in the foldwho knows what truth is buried under molda novelist who struck an idea on the rundid he meet a wandering … Continue reading Deep in the woods…
It is a night unlike another. Tomorrow could see him taking off for greener pastures or pulled back in the same cesspool. The appointment letter is in hand, but his family is not happy about his emigration to another country. The skies are dark gray and laden with clouds. A storm is expected to hit … Continue reading Storm
https://open.spotify.com/episode/1xa508aKqkvTdKteEqP87u?si=c1ab7addc38d44e5 “I don’t want that empty space in the shelf to become a negative space, to take away something from the future.” “I guess we’ll put some games and toys there.” The librarian thinks aloud. “No. It needs to be a value-add, not a filler.” “What do you have in mind?” “Books on financial literacy. … Continue reading Empty space
https://open.spotify.com/episode/3jQEz3pIf9zVVuegisWFOe?si=c0cd5ad73f2544fb Why do clouds look like angry birds, hungry for revenge on invisible enemies? Anger lives in territories of its own, with deep roots and repressed emotions. It changes its language, depending on who or what it is directed at. I wonder if they recognise their own reflections. How do they label it? Angry birds … Continue reading Anger
