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Haunted Mind

Haunted Mind

It haunted his sleep. It flashed into his mind intermittently. This troubled him. One morning after the strange episode, he decided to capture its stillness. He stood up and went to his studio. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for some minutes and opened the door. With brush strokes here and there and […]

Music at Dawn

Music at Dawn

He could hear a melodious tune. It filtered into his sleep. The rhythm was drowning. He woke up wondering where the music was coming from. It was the wee hours of the morning. He went out of his cabin to look around. A dense fog hung over the river. The water was the orchestra. He […]

Precious Moment

Precious Moment

The air was warm, despite the early hour, promising a hot summer’s day ahead. Jason took my hand as he led me upstream along a woodland path. We came upon a clearing with a waterfall plunging into a deep, clear pool. Jason tugged me towards it, pulling me under a ledge and into a small […]

A Nice Cuppa with British Bertie

A Nice Cuppa with British Bertie

“What isss this???” My neighbor, old Bertie from England, was back from her trip. During her absence, my wife and I had thoroughly cleaned her apartment, a decision we took spontaneously after having peeked inside. After the surprise, self-satisfied and smiling, I put a tea tray on the table. Immediately, Bertie’s facial expression changed from […]

Reflection

Reflection

Evening has always been my time for reflection. A time to consider the day that has passed. Had my experiences been good, or had they left me wanting for more? I think that is why I love the beach at this time of the day. I’m alone with that great expanse of sand and sea, […]

Plastic Memories

Plastic Memories

Old lady Agatha sat outside on her plastic chair, with her plastic water bottle in hand. The thoughts hastily drifting to imprints. That one time, those yarns, that other time, those other yarns. She smiles. Memories of when plastic water bottles weren’t mod. Memories of a time when memories were only told through stories. Her […]

Like Tears in Rain

Like Tears in Rain

I stood on the precipice, looking out across the barren land, all hope lost. I’d been alone for months, barely surviving. I thought of the life I’d lived before, all the happy times I’d shared with family. One foot hovered over the edge, and stilled. Part of a monologue I’d heard, long ago, came to […]

All the Wet Cushions

All the Wet Cushions

The monsoon took Mother when I was a little girl. My family repaired cushions in the marketplace, next to the saree merchant. One day, heavy rain brought floods. I scrambled for high-ground, but Mother was overcome, crying, “Aditya.” Then she was gone. I wept for a year. Until at school, we learnt about rain. That […]

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