My mother would kill me... well not literary kill me, but kill me sufficiently enough that I get damaged. Damn it! I cursed. You know what I mean, you've probably experienced it too. My feet were moving as fast as I could move it. Retrace, retrace, retrace. The words furiously repeated in my mind. Step after step, my sandal skipped on the black tar road and hopping on to the tumbled footpath. The...
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Number One Title
Pete stood his ground, with his feet stretch apart and his head staring straight ahead. Raul stood across him, forty meters in front, staring back at him. The silver star glinted in the moonlight, the number one title. I will have it, Pete assured himself. He had practiced too hard to fail. His right hand was above his waist, hovering over the butt of his revolver which was holstered in his belt.
“Kid”,...
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
The Skirmish
The pick-up truck drove down the bumpy mud-path road filled with ups and downs, and protruding stones and debris. The morning sun rays heated up the dusty path. Three men were in the vehicle. Two sat in the front seat, while the third had propped himself up in the rear cargo bed of the pick-up truck. Their faces were wrapped in a dark coloured cloth. The third man adjusted the cloth to cover the...
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Legless
He was sitting on a rough cloth. His eyes looked straight ahead at the crowded road. Once upon a time it used to be a challenge, but today this was how his life was. His right hand grabbed the handle and he pushed and pulled the chair’s rubber wheels forward. He could hear the honking of annoyed drivers, who always got on his nerves. He wished he could put on earplugs and block the noise. But that...
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
The Greedy Drunk
The man could smell the dirty stink, but he was used to it. It’s something he carried around. He could see the look of disgust around him. The girl twisted her her face and whispered in her girlfriend’s ear, both of them sniggered, staring at him. A mother pulled her child closer to her, clearing his path. He did not care about them. He stopped caring a long time ago.
His dark green jacket was torn...
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Liu and his Ricksha
On the edges of the street a stream of people walked and flowed through. Some were busy buying their wares from the open wooden stalls that surrounded the street, while some stalls were in the process of being opened for the morning trade. The middle of the stone cobbled street was cramped with rickshaw carts, their drivers and their passengers. The carts seemed to move only an inch every minute...
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
The Coin that Fell
Three coins lay in the palm of her right hand. Her left hand fingers counted the coins making sure she had collected the correct amount of change. Her feet were taking her across the road. Beside was her friend. Her index finger separated the coins, flipping them over and checking if they were a one rupee coin or two. Two years ago, counting coins were easy, now, the government produced one rupee...
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Whore
Bat... head... smash
Bat... head... smash
Bat... head... smash
He heaved the bat above his head, and he swung down with his might.
Smash
More blood splattered on his face and across his body.
His hands did not relent. The thoughts in his head did not relent. They, his two hands and the bat, were like a moment frozen in time repeating itself, the bat went up and came swing down.
Smash
No...
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Gone Wrong
He clutched the Glock in his hand. He heard the thundering of the machine guns behind him. He felt the vibrations and shock that spread out through the concrete wall that was behind him as bullets impacted it. He had only a magazine left. He wanted to cry. He did not want to die. He pressed the barrel of the gun to his temple. Maybe it was better to get killed by your own bullet. He thought of his...
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
The Professor who Begs
He was dressed in a formal shirt which was tucked inside his pants. A bag was strapped on his shoulders, hanging against his back. In his arms he held a plastic box and a folder stuffed with sheets of paper. He stood on the platform, waiting for the train to arrive. The crowd jostled and pushed him from the side, but he ignored them. He focused on what he had to do.
The train slowly arrived on the...
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Indus
Normal
0
false
false
false
EN-GB
X-NONE
X-NONE
MicrosoftInternetExplorer4
...
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Ice Cream
Soft teeth bit into the cone, a tongue dipped inside and swirled licking the ice cream. The little girl savoured the vanilla cream in her mouth. It was cold and sweet. She sat on the scooter, her small legs not even close to touching the ground. Her back rested against her daddy’s back, while he too was busy enjoying his own ice-cream cone. Her father sat in the front, while she sat at...
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Dark Murky Water
Dark
murky waters, that was what he starred at - and maybe it was even muddy. He
saw his reflection staring back at him, shaded in the darkness of the water.
His knees were crunched on the dry leaves and his faded jeans got brown stains
from the earth underneath the leaves.
All around him trees had shed their leaves. No wind blew, no rustling of leaves, complete silence reigned. For him this...
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Fifth Day
Those eyes behind the glasses intrigued him. Every single time he entered that office, he saw those eyes lift up above the computer screen. His own eyes could not resist as he glanced back and at the same time, he walked forward. And through the lucid glasses, the deep dark eyes stared back at him.As he walked pass the cubicle, he wanted to turn his head. He wanted to see who this girl was who peeked...
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Bread Crumbs
The old man sat on the bench. He wore a long brown overcoat to protect him from the cold evening. His head hung from his neck as if asleep, and on top of his head rested an old brown faded hat. His hands were in his coat pocket, protecting himself from the cold. People walked about, some stared at this odd man, while children stopped by to take an intensive look at him. Yet he seemed asleep.
Then...
Monday, July 29, 2013
The Baby
The baby lay there. No human being saw her as she lay on the ground. Feet passed by and none bothered with the child.
‘Thud’
‘Thud’
‘Thud’
The constant and routine movement of steps belonging to beings vibrated through the ground, like a disorganized and ill-orderly march. Many eyes passed over her, but the feet carried these beings on their way. The child’s eyes were open and she stared up to...
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
