Desolation of the Mind

Imagination is a marvelous thing for us – is it not? We make castles, build empires, dream our happy endings and what not. But somewhere in all that muddle and glamour we find ourselves questioning our lives and our work. Sort of surrealistic echoes of our longings prevail and despair for the incompleteness and emptiness….

Payback

It was colder than he remembered. The bluish glow of the laptop filled the room. Odd, he didn’t remember switching it on. Chat boxes popped up. They all said the same thing. A mosquito hummed near him. He jumped out of bed. He was drenched in sweat. There was a bluish glow in the room….

Life, the Universe and Everything

The first thing that comes to our mind is The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. It is a fictitious novel based on an alternate universe theory where the earth is supposedly built for a scientific experiment by a super computer called Deep Thought. It states that the earth was built for and…

In Passing

What is passing? How will you define it? Is it just the passing aeon – the passing of the stars? It has been a while since I got down to writing. Or for that matter of fact to reading. Would you say some time has passed or is a figment of our creation. Can you…

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She stood there. Motionless. Who on earth would believe that all her dreams are coming true…and her nightmares also? The rain fell like sleet obscuring the road. Anita felt tired. She had been standing under the door for the last hour and half. The streets were deserted. No one had dared to go out in…

Done and Dusted

The incessant patter of the rain outside muted out the powerful baritone of Luciano Pavarotti singing his scales at the National Opera House a few blocks away. The room was small – foggy and pungent. The man sitting in the room was just the opposite – neat and fresh. The cigar drew long shimmering lines…

a lifetime lost

They started on 23rd August, 2005. He clearly remembered the dark clouds and the rain – the chance meeting at the coffee shop. The date was stuck in his mind – he was rushing by on his way home. He entered the shop seeing her – a radiant beauty. She was reading Chekov, or was…