Pain is an old friend!

“Emotions are no advantage! Everyone you love either dies or leaves! Emotions are just a survival strategy for animals and the beings that are more animal (humans!). They are nothing more than curtains behind which you can momentarily hide or a plan for parasitic or symbiotic living or a strategy to have sex; for pleasure or to avoid extinction; a fact that no one acknowledges!” 



A man was getting rid of his old parents leaving them in an old age home. When he was leaving, his old father coughed and choked. The lady gave him water. The father felt fine. He said to his son ,”Good my son! Good that you are leaving us here. I killed my two daughters... Continue Reading →

Men and Dogs

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

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.


Her eyes reflect world, but I work in them, my image, strange is her love, neither comes nor goes far, like a mirage, stays afar.

The Wings of Heaven… 

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 →

Tai Ji

“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 was different! 

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 →

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