Bake. Bake a cake. This is the main thing listed on her to-do list for the day, and so she is here in the kitchen, all smitten with flour on her face and bowl in hands. In a kitchen where she can’t place where things are kept, can’t figure out why the beater isn’t quite …
He is looking for a key. He does remember its design, silver in color, rusted. He remembers how sometimes he really had to twist it with force to open the lock. Right now, he is in search of that key, because he has a box to be opened. And it won’t be wrong to say …
He was home on time. When he reached home, it was all dark, the lights were all off, and it was dimly lit by the streetlights and the neighbours lights. So the first thing he did was switch on all the lights and put his bag down, but then he immediately turned them off. Then …
Not all five fingers are of the same length, and even though I had never believed in palm reading, when I read some scientific evidence, my belief was affirmed that it is not in the lines of the hands at all. What really is on the hand is the dirt. For some people, money really …
This article arrived quite late in my pipeline, but as it suits the season, especially this season, here it is. I don’t know what winter is associated with for everybody, but for us, it is specifically, singularly, almost religiously associated with one activity more than any other. This article is very much regional, very much …
After the tiresome journey through a desert, we have finally found a lamp. Now we rub this lamp of Aladdin and the genie must come out. Will the genie emerge from this lamp and fulfill all our wishes, all that we’ve been waiting for? Will all of this turn to reality in the next moment? …
Let’s just say you’re not supposed to settle down at any point in your life. But who decided that in the first place? Who declared it the right way? Who thought it could have been right? Hell, who decided what is right and what is wrong? Who distinguished between them? Who was the first person …
Winters are often remembered for long nights, heavy air, fog-laden darkness, and the misty marks they leave upon the thoughts of many thinkers, I think. They become the season of longing for hopeless romantics. Suddenly everyone seems to be on a bench in the dark woods. Alone. Searching for something, watching the road for a …
When a car travels down the road, it appears to race forward, with its wet tires becoming more noticeable on the rough surface. When a typhoon approaches a community, fear settles in long before the first winds arrive and lingers even after the storm has passed. Its aftermath is written across the city. Shattered walls, …
There is a broken picture on the floor, by the wall. Are YOU looking for it? Is it yours? I think the picture might also be searching for someone to own it. Maybe somebody is on his way. Coming to save it. He’s just putting the keys in his car, turning on the engine, full …