The flame shivered as Hope turned round the corner. It’s not easy being a beacon of light against a rapidly darkening sky. Screenshot Oil supplies will be affected, says the news channel, but another superpower will help us. I’ve lost faith in superpowers. They hold power, but they are not Gods. The over-arching super-intelligence is … Continue reading Beacon of Light
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One boat, carved of memory and care,calls out across the restless air:“Waters ahead are veiled in storm,shifting shapes that break the norm.Guard your keel, hold steady, friend,lest the voyage meet its end.” The other, bright with daring flame,answers not with fear but claim:“Storms are teachers, waves are guides,truth is found where shadow hides.To sail is … Continue reading Dialogue of Two Boats
She thought of the nested dolls on the mantelpiece. Then she remembered the prank someone played on her on her tenth birthday. Her gift consisted of several boxes of decreasing size, placed one inside the other. She kept peeling the outer layers in search of a miracle inside, but found none. Would this experiment be … Continue reading Whispering Walls
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My footsteps have created a pattern I don’t recognize. The world around me has organised my random movements in a way they like. It feels like I kept talking incessantly, but no one was really listening. The background score they added to the video of my life doesn't make sense to me. machine languagesturn scarcity … Continue reading Tales that tell, stories that sell
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Once upon a time, I made sure that doors did not close behind me. The future was exciting, but uncertain, and I wanted my support systems to stay intact. Today, I don’t turn back to look at the footprints I’ve left behind. Some are blown away by the winds. Some leave an impression on wet … Continue reading Letting Go
The whistle pierced the silence as the train slid into the deserted platform. No lamps glowed, no voices stirred—only shadows stretched across cracked tiles. From the carriages stepped passengers cloaked in mist, their eyes shimmering like distant stars. They were not of flesh but of memory, spirits of forgotten stories, inviting curiosity about their unseen … Continue reading Forgotten Stories
Granny loved experimenting with emojis, and her incorrect usage was often a subject of humour in the family. She learnt FaceTime long before Zoom arrived, to stay in touch with her grandchildren who lived abroad. Then, one day, the emoji pack she had downloaded disappeared from her phone. Maybe one of her grandkids decided to … Continue reading Gold
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