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 …
Amongst the creeping dread, bloodshot eyes, and senses thick with something rotting, living on the second floor of reality is the center of agony. Everything here is defined by bitterness. The people sitting in this room are so full of darkness that they carry radioactive masses of absence within them, shadows living off the chests …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Some people are not meant to be a juggler, while there are some who live their lives as a master of all skills. Some not defining the worth of anything, and others carrying the abundance of everything within them. The strong, roaring waves of a beach strike the rocks with a bang, but the silence …