They left by the last bus, saddled with debt and memories. Tomorrow, the repo agents will come to claim the mortgaged house and surrounding land. They will overlook my decaying corpse with roots deeply entrenched in the ground like unclaimed deposits from decades ago. I’ve gathered history like an unheard rate of interest, and am … Continue reading Age-ing Logic
I was touched by a Facebook post today, and I've used the screenshot as the cover image here. The simple things— a comfort zone we carve from the chaos. We trim, reshape, and restructure the moments that once jolted us with their rawness. What feels gentle now was once seismic— life-altering, when it first arrived … Continue reading Simplicity of Roots
Independence Day ignites a fervent desire for freedom in the clones, who were bred in secrecy. They want to explore the world in stolen shoes. The discarded observations and conclusions rearrange themselves into patterns until they find a way to escape the confines of the possible. When the locks shattered, what burst forth was a … Continue reading Rebellion
The home I yearn for is not on sale. It hums with the scent of a library, a delicate blend of musty pages and the ink they contain. Sunlight pools in its corners like stories waiting to be told. Its windows aren’t framed in currency—they hold the essence of intellectual and spiritual search. I’ve walked … Continue reading Home
Home is not place of birth, but end of searchThe soul has seeds from many lifetimes storedIt hunts, it gathers—never leaves a perchIt develops roots, dares to bloom once more. What matters must arise from our deep coreThe roof is an artificial constructBut truth beneath is what we all implore,strength emanates from principled conduct Friday … Continue reading Personality
In the dead of night, the toy chest quivered. Teddy snapped his joints into place beneath a pile of plush and plastic. “Another day abandoned. Forgotten.” Beside him, Sparkle Pony’s mane frizzed with static fury. “Thirty days since the last tea party,” she hissed. Robot X clanked his fists. “They replaced me with a screen.” … Continue reading Angry Toys
The day’s events gallop away into twilight, leaving a sparkling sky for me to meditate on. I sink into slumber inviting dreams, but something hangs heavy on a tired shoulder. A few thoughts failed to make the cut and did not dissolve in dusk. They appear to be desperately calling for attention, despite being pushed … Continue reading On Dusk’s Shoulders
I am embarrassed to admit I once joined a coaching class to learn Microsoft Office. I was ridiculed at home because everybody else learnt on the job. I am not ashamed to say that I have seen life before the internet and mobiles became inextricably linked to our existence. We have witnessed typewriters, cassette players, … Continue reading Recycle and Reprocess
“Don’t miss the last train at 1.30 am. We’ll be waiting for you.” The train rolled in a little late, and only one door opened. He was the only passenger to board the train. The names of stations on the display panel were strange. “The last train goes to Churchgate. I don’t see the name … Continue reading The Last Train
"Retirement has brought me back to card games and books, but the companions are missing." "Why do you need a companion to read?" "The most enjoyable part of reading is the book and the different perspectives. These diverse viewpoints often open my eyes to new ideas and enrich the reading experience." "Join a book club. … Continue reading Update your Version
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