It arrived one morning, unannounced and not surprisingly, unheralded, on J's upper lip. Something about it was distinctly disturbing. How can someone live through forty odd years with an upper lip as smooth as a baby's bottom and then suddenly, this happens. It was perhaps...
I woke up sweating, last night. It was the same dream again. I was standing in front of the mirror, brushing the knots out of my hair and suddenly she was there, standing behind me. Stella. And she was trying to tell me something. Everyone who knew Stella...
When my mother died she was a shell of the fiery, domineering, feisty woman that she used to be with all semblance of human-ness plucked out. What was left was an empty carcass that behaved somewhat like a human being. Every time I saw her,...
There were drums playing in my head on Thu. Usually it is the violin on Thursdays and the harmonica on Saturdays. I was a little surprised, maybe even perturbed, but the feeling didn't stay for too long. Someone needed to pay heed to the music...
Divining the courses of the lives in the universes is the Revorr, the prime consciousness. It balances, holds together, manipulates and restores events and lives in the surrounding universes. Such is its power that even the force of the wind is tamed and dictated by...
The king had decided to reveal to all that he was naked. Never before had the citizens encountered something so strange. The guy who sold brinjal and okra beside the cycle repair shop exclaimed about it. His vegetables seemed exhausted and defeated by the time...
Milos was precisely made up of three emotions...
Mine is, not caving in to rejection. It started out as a muscle which was strengthened by rejections over the years till it finally developed powers of its own. Mainly deflection powers. There, I see a rejection coming…flick..foom…and it’s gone. Didn’t let it get to me...
The dream sometimes sneaks up on me when I'm least expecting it. It's usually the one where I've lost my wallet and have no recourse to getting out of the situation that I'm in, but today I had chanced upon a sliver of a memory...
At the centre of every great romance lies something tragic. Otherwise, there is no point in calling it a romance. It could instead very well be an affair, or an indiscretion or a dalliance...