Their paths met Many years ago, A long walk Now hands sweat Grip loosens The road diverged.
In the by lanes of the terror capital, There is a dusty ground. I saw a small boy playing with marbles Surprisingly he made no sound. He must be nearly six years old The baby look persisted His face was round with a button nose And his eyes glowed bright. There was a speck of... Continue Reading →
It was cloudy since morning. The sky turned brown only to change further into ashy grey. The green spread is dark and the rest of the concrete jungle is not visible through the rainy haze. The walls of the Maharishi College & Hostel are drenched; and the muddy red and yellow fortress type structure gives... Continue Reading →
She sits on the arm chair, waiting for him. The silence is deafening in the room but she is calm. The rhythmic sound of the rocking chair’s creak seems unwelcome. She sits still on the chair. He had said she should put a rug beneath it to stop the noise. She used a rug finally.... Continue Reading →
He had worked as a grave digger for the town cemetery for years. But today he was losing his job to technology. There used to be many nobodies, prisoners who were buried in the cemetery. Now everyone was sent to the electric crematorium. Land was too expensive now to be wasted on the dead. The... Continue Reading →
The blue light of the ambulance flickers in tune with the siren. Scores of buildings, trees, people and vehicles zoom past. The ambulance is privileged. It is carrying a dead person – well almost. I am Vidur. I am being carried away to the hospital as I have stopped breathing. A man in a white... Continue Reading →
“What is this machine you have made?” I asked him. “A Mushroom Shredder” he replied. “Why do you need to shred mushrooms? They are perfectly smooth to slice.” I asked. “Oh yes they are, but they remind me of her.” he replied. “Your ex?” I was curious. “Yes, they remind me of her. Especially her... Continue Reading →
On her eye lashes Hangs a tear Just ready to fall She holds it in her heart She knows, His eyes said it all.
“Don’t you just love the feel of dew wet grass on your feet?” Shekhar asked. “No, it actually feels like muck.” said Meera without even looking up from the book she was reading. “Girls like this sort of stuff but not Meera.” thought Shekhar. As if she could read his thoughts, Meera replied, “I love... Continue Reading →