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,...
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 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...
Six years after knowing V and meeting her frequently, I found out that there were two of her. It was a strange sensation. How often do you come across a scenario like this? Almost, never. But here she was, with another version of herself and...
I've never been raped. But I have been violated. Emotionally, mentally and physically and it had left in me feelings of powerlessness, defeat and self-loathing that took years to clean. Ask any woman and she will tell you that deep within her is a core...
There is a horseback riding adventurer in my genes. He lived, by some accounts, during the time of the First World War or thereabouts. He had a majestic beard, wore rimless glasses and had the spirit of a lion tamer. He lived and loved the...
All her life G wanted to be the ultimate party girl. Hanging out with friends who would praise her jewelry and clothes. Tell her how accomplished she is and how perfect is her life. She wanted to have money to spend, a husband who would...
The mind is a cluttered up place where stray thoughts, half-remembered insults and little bubbles of happiness jostle for space. A gossamer thin veil of forgetfulness covers this randomness. Lately I've wondered if it is possible to bring some order to it with new age...