HE: “For you, my love, I’d write the most beautiful words, on the dirtiest parchments; I’d grow a pious lotus, on the filthiest slurry; In the rustling of dry leaves, and cracks of dead twigs, in the midst of autumn’s bald wigs, I’ll raise the greenest woods; I’d fly in the night sky, with you,... Continue Reading →
Imagine if every star in the night sky loved one at the far end of the horizon. Imagine if the two lovers spent a lifetime craving for each other and as the final days of one approach, it shoots out its soul. The soul wanders in the night sky and ultimately touches its beloved at... Continue Reading →
She was stalked, like the dogs did; she was sniffed, like the dogs did; she pampered him, like she would; like the dogs did, he owned her; a dog at his heart, he barked filth at her, he said he loved, but the man in him rose; he barked, her face scratched, her lips red... Continue Reading →
Chance after chance, she gave marks after marks he gifted, the story of a woman’s tolerance and a man’s dominance ended with her breaths, and commenced again with his new stalk.
Long time back, I was wandering in the gardens of heaven. I was flying, dancing ecstatically into the eternity of happiness. But with time it clichéd and became monotonous. I went to the lord and asked him to spice up my stale life. He, with a smile, pulled out his sword and chopping my wings... Continue Reading →
“The hen or you are out,” He declared. A perished dog completely black with mysterious tilak shaped white patch on its forehead, with upright ears and cut tail stood at one far end, camouflaging itself rather unsuccessfully in the bushes, looking at the chaos. “I would rather die,” her high voiced words as wobbly as... Continue Reading →
She wanted to read me. She always demanded me to write a story. She was intrigued by the elemental constituents of fables. “History is short-lived and delusionary. Fables are the essence of humanity, living to the eternity,” she would argue. She believed that everyone and everything has a story and all of them, without exception,... Continue Reading →
Dear Prashant<email@example.com>, I’m writing to you again. It may be a bit impulsive to mail you but if you are reading this… The floor, yes! I’m sitting on the floor. The room is cold. The lights are switched off. The speakers are singing beautiful melancholic lyrics interweaved with the sound of a sad mouthorgan. It’s... Continue Reading →