Friday, December 1, 2017

Thursday, August 31, 2017

A Sick Robber

No, no, no, I killed her! That wasn’t supposed to happen.  The gun was in my hand. About 10 meters ahead. a beautiful girl, my girl, my comrade in arms, was lying and dying on the floor. A puddle of blood was pooling next to her. Beside her lay a dead, and very much stupid security officer and his double barrel shotgun. He is dead, or dying.  It’s his fault. It’s his god damn his fault,...

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Riches of the World

“The legends say that deep through the cracks of this mountain, pass the tunnels and caves, lies a massive mountain of gold”. “Really Uncle?” the child piped up. “Sage never believed legends. They are only myths and stories”, his uncle patted the child’s head, and then they parted away from...

Sunday, April 23, 2017

A Beautiful Nose

Source: https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ck_pvhdyvtU/maxresdefault.jpg Betty should have noticed it when she was washing up in front of the mirror. But, she was late. When you’re late, you don’t spending time admiring your face in the mirror. So Betty didn’t. She was always late to office, but for the...

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Regretting Hell

Have you ever smelled thousands of burning bodies? Have you ever heard the death cries of a thousand dying people? That’s where I was. The pain… the pain was unbearable. I had to pluck out my own eyes because the sight was too terrible to bear. I was in hell. The screams were like an eerie thunder,...

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Giving to yourself

The old man waved his hand in the air. He was performing a skit from none other than Shakespeare. This was a time before now - it’s called the past. You must understand, at that time, I was enthralled with acting. In this past of mine, I imagined my future - I would be - “the Great Orator” and great applauses would sound out everywhere. In this past, I had no idea that I would make a different choice...

Saturday, January 7, 2017

The Essence of Development

Cranes, claws and destruction of tin foil houses. Development had finally come to their door step. Insufficient jobs in their own hometowns had set them on a path of migration to Mumbai. The land of dreamers, the land of milk and honey for an underdeveloped rural country. Over 70% of the...