Stepping through the corridor, entering through the main door, she puts her bag to the side and crashes herself onto the sofa. The tie of her hair comes loose, her feet go up on the table, and the remote gets picked off the cushion, channels switching mindlessly, one after another, going nowhere in particular. Nearly …
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 …
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 …
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 …
A jar full of candies. Wishes half-boiled on medium heat. Hearts exchanged at parallel positions during midnight. A lottery won on a fluke. Answers to the lost questions in the desert. Winds blowing in the desired direction. Seasons arranging in the coveted order. Miseries falling like dominoes. Views shifting as per the desires. Life happening …
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 …
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 …
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 …