This post is in response to a few questions asked by Nadine.
This article is in response to the Mystery Blogger Award and the questions asked by Nadine.
The coaches in the Indian passenger trains, despite all the discomfort they offer to its passengers, provide them with the facility to stop the train at their will. An act of reparation for something wrong that the train or the railway management has nothing to do with, for a predicament that has been created by... Continue Reading →
Ramesh balanced himself on the scaffold - a temporary arrangement of sticks and ropes built around the naked and ugly building that he was to paint and transform into a beautiful house. The same building that he and a few others like him had worked on persistently and had erected in over a year. And... Continue Reading →
His stomach rumbled the third time in what could not have been more than ten minutes, convincing him that he'd finally have to get up and make his way to the toilet. The digital clock mounted on the wall displayed some numbers, but at his age and in his predicament, the numbers no longer made... Continue Reading →
She hated it whenever anyone used the word forever in their sentence. As if they really understood the word, or in the least if they really meant it. The word forever, she believed, had only one significance, and that was to make any assertion solemn. 'I am here with you' makes so little sense when... Continue Reading →
I never really understood what he meant when he talked about shadows. And he always talked about shadows. Like, a lot. Frankly speaking, it is not just about him or what he used to say. It has to be something with me. A foible. Like some people are bad with Physics, others with Maths. I... Continue Reading →
Scene: Art Gallery Conversation between Vipul and Yaman: "Don't you find it voluptuous?" asked Vipul still unable to take his eyes off the painting, or off the bare bosoms of whosoever might have been the sitter, for the painting was both too vivacious to be fictitious and too tempting to be ignored. “I am no... Continue Reading →
"We, in our final analysis, have to survive on our own. Seek congeniality in those who are living; for company, turn to the dead." These sheer simple words yet utterly profound, naive as a universal truth yet a conundrum like a complex code, kept reverberating in his ears. What did his brother mean by them?... Continue Reading →
Ever found yourself immersed in a conversation where you not only forget about things around you but you also give up on your own thoughts, discarding your ever important and so egoistic views. Not because you don't have anything worth sharing and neither out of your fear of being cut out in the middle, but because the... Continue Reading →