The young woman attempted an explanation in English. Unfortunately, the circumstances required a language altogether different. The more she explained, the less I understood, and the less I understood, the more elaborate my objections became.
Category: Such is Life
From the Diary of a Covid Positive Fugitive
It was on the Saturday the 24th of October, 2020, with the three days’ holiday in its infancy, that I dozed off with a mild ache pulsing through my meagre frame, right after the morning bout of toast and ginger-chai. The beautiful holiday lay sprawled at my feet like a tranquil lagoon, as sparkling and deep as could come the way of a middling bank employee.
Exit the Ghost of Blogger
Confined to the peripheries of my home, looking out the window at a mysteriously pink moon rising day after day, I have of late been forced to cogitate on the wonders of being alive, the hump in the lawn not…
Mind Lies like a Mango
Yes, I have descended to filching from weird quotes of indeterminate, ambivalent origin and intent. True, I have faltered, faded, fumbled and stumbled into that eternal bin. The crispy tang of the green fruit before ripening into succulence has mellowed…
In Which Leia Doesn’t Eat the Ice Cream
(Further to Bruno's Story) It seems I have troubled your heart, but it is a tale recount I must. So that next time you see a dog pup scavenging in the bins for crumbs, you don’t wince in disgust. And…
Bruno’s Story
At the end of long nights birds chirped and squawked, squirrels chattered their heads out. The wind rose and fell and the tall trees whispered. Footsteps swelled and footsteps receded. Footsteps stopped and guffawed and came to peep inside our home. Footsteps cackled.
Luna’s Story
Dear Finn, I don’t even know where to begin. But the skies get creepier, like a hole in the mouth of a snake, with each passing hour. Darkness falls like flakes and sinks into the soul of dogdom. Before long,…
The Gunslinger Followeth
Revisiting the 2019 Balakot aerial clash, Abhinandan Varthaman, the disputed F-16 kill and the mystery of Pakistan’s second captured pilot.
Unwaiting for Godot
Disquieted and quietened we stand, the pair of us at the brink of the Internet, conjoined and disjointed at the splice of consciousness and a uniform resource locator. Beguiled enough to have waited for ages, we have figured it’s time…
1500. Reaching the pinnacle
’Oumuamua
My muse is a furious fugitive from a foreign galaxy, not unlike the intergalactic interloper ’Oumuamua, who having orbited the fuzzy nebula of my brain is now poised for an exodus to unknown dark matters.
The House of a Snail
So I got my relocation orders again. As with me, if you are a minion of a financial behemoth, all relocation orders are the same. But then, as they say, some relocation orders are more same than the others. As…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 