The Beach

The love I feel is still too raw to need a testament to its loss. Because you see, to live after witnessing the birth of something so spectacular only to stumble upon a realisation that it is really quite not is a cruel fate for the mind. Especially when it’s still in the air, when

The Last Timekeeper

“You see, living in the past is a cruel delusion, Chancellor.”A gold-dusted leaf drifts down by a lingering wind’s grace, as slender as a feather, to flow and adorn a tuft of grass fringing the chancellor’s rock.Inol Harmon sighs, his scrawny legs dangling against the little boulder he is perched on. Unmoved, on the rock

Souls: Part One

“A favour as great as the universe is not worth the sacrifice of a star.” stated Alvis. “But altering the reasons of life is not in our hands.”“And so, as our beings fly as dust, we’ll recollect the reward, as meagre as it may be.”, said Brain, turning around.Eshter smiled and continued, “For it is

The Trap

Deep in the abyss of the forsaken paths lay a pond fortified with green embrace. The folks of the hamlet had either never or seldom crossed the expanse for it was an invisible dome, only entered by those with reasons to cede and bonds to fray. The pond held echelons of allure that fervently attracted

Something Regarding Money

The haunting of unborn winter’s cries was like a ribbon of ice flying loose around the street. Kevin O’ Sullivan shivered when he felt the first tickle of cold encircle him as he strode outside his house to his car. He draped himself with the haven of it and was soon zooming down the lane in

The Key

We always conceal our threads when they begin to stray. Owing to someone else or to ourselves. Then, the facade is eventually broken by age and we start to even spot the most modest strands of them all. It takes a long while for us to learn and ignore these lost threads but we do

The sights

Everything is dotted with a whirl of colour bursts like blooming flowers. At least that’s what I think it is when suddenly someone switches it all off. I scramble to my feet and blink rapidly, trying to catch a shadow for clues. But all I see is the dark, the swirly nothingness of the dark.

The evening

The clouds glisten like water as the sun sinks into it. It strikes me how small it looks, like an orange ink blot in the sky. The other colours- the rosy pink blush, bright blue and the soft lavender look like smudged streaks of paint. God is a good artist. Excellent, even. And very speedy

Gratitude

Aakesh rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked to the park. Late nights made his morning walks quite a chore now but he wasn’t ready to give them up yet. As he entered, he took his hands away and blinked at the greens unfurling about him: tall trees with red and yellow

The eternal night

“After darkness comes the light” – Cornelius Nepos For centuries, the sky had been dressed in a sheet of stars, moon and ink. A nightfall, in years erstwhile, had washed away the streaks of light in one great sweep and had been ruling the world ever since. It was believed to have been a cosmic curse

Just Another Day

Age is just a number, the saying goes. But pushing 70, I can feel an overwhelming sense of forgetfulness creeping in as a result of my ageing mind. Why, just yesterday I had lost my glasses and realised that it had just been sitting on the bridge of my nose all the while. Now, that’s

The night

However hard he tried not to be, Ethan was afraid. Nervous energy thrummed throughout his body as he held the back door to his house open. ‘Now, it’s just a little stroll, Ethan. It’s probably just nothing,’ he told himself, biting his lip. He looked back into his house. It was dead quiet except for

The forest

A small verdant forest rests near my house. It is alive with green things towering high up, like skyscrapers piercing the sky. And it has become a treasured daily retreat of mine. I slam the front door of my house shut, savouring the banging sound for it meant my freedom from my daily humdrum life.

The girl

Rory’s pale face was framed with dark wind swept hair and studded with a pair of emerald eyes flecked with crystals of grey.  The thin smile that always played her lips was now expanding and relaxing as she kept flashing it to the sea of children swimming across the dark corridor to reach their classes. 

The little bird

‘….. The old man uncaged the little bird with a lovely smile wrinkling up his face. The bird, at being released, gave a shrill chirp of joy and flapped his red wings happily. The man watched the little bird, his eyes brimmed with tears. And then bidding a final chirp of goodbye, the little bird

Window

The unfortunate turn of events in the previous year is unimaginable. A dreaded virus, tedious lockdowns and numerous restrictions. Yesterday, my mind was overwhelmed by this unfortunate situation. I felt very gloomy. It felt like years since I physically went to school, and as though I had missed everything because of this lockdown. I felt