Snapshots: A Dream

I have always wondered what dreams are; and there have always been many answers. From imagination to alternate dimension, I have heard and understood a lot of explanations. I still remain dissatisfied though. I often find myself coming back to what my grandmother told me about them. When I was a little girl, I felt … Continue reading Snapshots: A Dream

(SnapShots) On the side of the road…

Oxymorons. I find them amusing. Two opposite words making a sensible phrase. 'Act naturally'. 'Deafening silence'. 'Open secret'. That little, 13 year old boy would have found this ironical. Something that doesn't belong together creating eloquent meanings and people that fit together like two pieces of puzzle moving apart as sun rays do. Sitting in this car, his … Continue reading (SnapShots) On the side of the road…

Untold#2 : Public Transport

I bought a scooty almost a year ago. Why? Let's just say it was an itch that I had to scratch.  It's of a pretty blue colour and is pretty old and pretty reliable. I like it so much that I named it. But that's not important now. Now, I don't have to travel by … Continue reading Untold#2 : Public Transport

Untold#1 : Diary

I love to write in a diary. Loved it perhaps. My diaries were never fancy, maybe because I could never afford one. It was I think 2015 when I decided not to write every day religiously. I threw away all my previous diaries. Frankly speaking, I would have liked to burn them at that point … Continue reading Untold#1 : Diary

The White Flower – R.K. Narayan

“It’s often said that God made man in His own image, it’s also true that man makes God in his own image.”R.K. Narayan This is such a tiny short story and pretty straight-forward. Therefore, being so it is really only about how Gods and celestial bodies thwart all possibilities of a boy getting married to … Continue reading The White Flower – R.K. Narayan

(Snapshots) pt2 – the Judge, his Wife and the Spade…

The loop of breath breaks The soul found its peace Idrees and Inayat stood facing each other. He was at the door holding a pistol to his temple. "What do you do in the afternoon?" shrieked Idrees. Inayat couldn't say anything except "Babajaana..." with shock. what...are you doing? "What do you do behind my back?" … Continue reading (Snapshots) pt2 – the Judge, his Wife and the Spade…

(SnapShots) pt 1 -The Judge, his Wife and the Spade

The judge, his wife and the spade...   It was sunny all day. Now, the clouds are gathering, for rain or for thunderstorm, it's hard to tell. The weather is always erratic in this little town of Bhijori. Erratic and intense. Idrees is standing in his outhouse, his glance and thoughts flicking between the clouds, … Continue reading (SnapShots) pt 1 -The Judge, his Wife and the Spade

Your Heart…

  It is the hearts wherein Lies a merit, a spirit and the light of tomorrow But yours is barren Rotten, blind and full of sorrow Travelling roads that lead nowhere Speaking words with no care Drawing on truth a veil after a veil Soon your gimmicks will go stale In your heart, is a … Continue reading Your Heart…

If I were to die tomorrow…

  If not to shine, I wish to Glimmer If I were to die tomorrow That's the favour I would borrow If not a famed legacy Then write in destiny to my name, a word of truth If death is to dawn Before I make eternal bonds Let me erase hearts off of my misdeeds … Continue reading If I were to die tomorrow…

SnapShots: Race cars, Caffè and Cards

  June 1955, Italy Michaelangelo Calavanti rolled his eyes at the slow-paced dusk. It seemed to him that the fervor of the race had bitten dusk and made it an eager audience as well. Just as the townspeople of Castello Calavanti. The cook, his eyes glued to the telly, garnished his pasta with spinach, not basil. A … Continue reading SnapShots: Race cars, Caffè and Cards