Home has a road near it. Road is cyclic. Because it is surrounding an area. Area is green. Road has houses all around it. All houses have trees in between them. When the wind blows, trees sway lightly and rustle loudly. They look beautiful. Road has street lights across them. They pour their dim glow …
She has been living in that cottage for almost a hundred years, walking through its corridors, setting the chairs around the dining table, and wiping the dust from the old TV screen in the lounge. It has been her home since the night she freed herself and stepped out. With a crumbling roof and walls …
Even in the middle of the bazaar, even in the scorching heat of a day when the sun has charged all of its batteries and planned to exhaust them in a single afternoon, standing in the middle of it all, you feel that even though you are a human being, you can truly sense, in …
It’s funny, I guess, how we can never find out if this is the last time we are meeting someone. It’s not just funny, it’s something saddening too. You know what else gives you that same ambivalent feeling? Your electricity bill. You’d be surprised, even stuck, by how bad it is, and wonder if it …
2 a.m., and the place is quiet enough for the drop of a pin. The blackest black, the kind no color chart has ever honestly named. A strange place, known to be home for many. A place that changes the human body quite literally from the inside out. The effect, it seems, is felt by …
So there are three siblings, two sisters and a brother. The elder sister is two years older than the brother, followed by the younger sister, who is one year younger than the brother. All of them are grown-ups now. There you will have the eldest sister standing in front of the window, looking over at …
The height of a thousand stacked giraffes; billions of boxes piled precariously on top of one another; hundreds of towering electricity poles; gazillions of atoms fused together in infinite lines. The height of the Burj Khalifa must surely eclipse all these things combined. It stands as an astonishingly colossal monument, offering a breathtaking, dizzying view …
When she plays hopscotch outside the house, she likes all her five-year-old friends to be with her. She also wants her grandmother to sit across the road. Just sit, doing nothing. Nothing but watching her. Nothing but sitting and looking at her from time to time. That is what she wants. This is one of …
There is a small mirror in each person’s pocket. You can always gaze into it in case you ever forget who you are, who you are supposed to be, or how you are meant to talk and walk. It will dictate who to become. Thus, at every second, you can act precisely according to its …
To the woman who held my whole world without me ever expressing! The particular cruelty in the way grief arrives is weird — it doesn’t come as a single wound but as a million ordinary moments that somehow suddenly have no where to land.The food that sits uneaten because the one who used to make …