Traffic Signal

Short stories are fun to write, they can twist and turn or simply leave you with a mellow sweet feeling. They can be tricky to write if one has to limit the words but the short story is usually an extended moment for the writer. The story is based on a prompt Traffic Signal but...

Paper Cuts

She sat in front of the blank sheet wondering where to start. She looked at the variety of pens on the desk. He rarely wrote nowadays, most of his works were directly typed on his laptop. The writer’s desk was just for photo-ops with the media. Yet somehow every day he managed to clutter the...

Budhan

Writing Flash Fiction after a long long time. The dry leaves had not been trodden for years. The ground kept giving birth to more and moreover the years. It was like a population explosion. No one would sweep them off the grass anymore. Wild shrubs, creeper hanging over the golden Amaltas trees, which stubbornly stood...

Sleepless Sunrise

trading midnight to insomnialazy eyelids refuse to closesomewhere in a distant echothe nightjar sings a sleepy prosewitching hour engulfsthe witch lays fidgetingas dark room plummetsinto a never ending black hole city lights twinklelike firefly's luminescencefading into twilightjust a step before dawnopening eyesinto the morning chilllike a clandestine loverreturning homeblushed in shades of pinkthe sleepless sun...

Tenant Takeover

Lockdown 2020 has seen nature heal and takeover spaces that we humans had encroached upon, What if the takeover happens in a part of your own home and that too in your happy space?

WINDOWS in my world

A window is important to the writer. It usually decides their view of the world. Whether it opens into a starry night or a morning sunrise, whether one steps into a busy street through it or reaches out to the clouds decide the setting and inspiration to the pen in hand. But there is another...

Salt & Peppered Prayer

whispering into my window first rays of the sun wakes me to dustlight of memories undone   echoes through the morning cacophony of our laughter mixed with rusty creaking bicycles unsplashed puddles fragrant with earth petrichor reminders linger in the air   broken pencils, ink drained out of pens artificial worlds connecting few some time...

Contrails of an Over-brooding Mind

Did you know that almost everything visible to the human eye has a word for it? In some language or another, you will find it. No matter how minuscule or irrelevant its existence is to us. Aigilet is the small plastic or metal covering at the end of the shoelace. Does anyone even notice it?...

Epilogue – Closures of a different kind

Words flow into blank pages creating inkblots of stories, Smudges of characters and twists of punctuation Pre-positioned chapters and then life happens… In details of time, a story lost, giving away the plot The ghostwriter takes charge, rips away the story’s heart In details of time, a story lost, giving away the plot Scribbles on...