The disconcerting clamor of the wide, incomprehensible world slowly subsides. No more can you hear people telling you to do this and not do that, no more can you hear all the intrigue-ridden dialogues of some existences for some others, no more can you hear expectations, rebukes, taunts, helplessness, regret, jealousy, antagonistic attitudes, crestfallen voices... Continue Reading →
Dense smoke; White puffs rising and mingling into the air, becoming one with it, amalgamating themselves to look as pure as the air itself, our rather, making it all impure. Instinct tells me that I am being watched – I look around and spot a boy in an auto-rickshaw staring at this man in his... Continue Reading →
“Okay I’ll drop you to the main road, and you can go on your own from there”, he was saying while he tied his wristwatch. “After all, your mother has asked me to drop you, but not specified as to drop you where...” And here again he came up with that playful wink of his.... Continue Reading →
“Everyone dreams of doing so, of running away from this City and its artificial, caging life; but no one does. No one gets to see that freedom. But I have.” It is an artificial world, with artificial customs, feigning habits that it dubs as sophistication, where open souls are caged and the adaptive ones are... Continue Reading →
Nemesis is the last of the four short novels in the ‘Nemeses’ series by Philip Roth. The plot is about the outbreak of polio in the equatorial neighbourhood of Newark, New Jersey – where Roth comes from – in the summer of 1944 and how the people find themselves helpless, angry, protective,... Continue Reading →
He watches as mother goes inside the room to summon his dad up for dinner. He has been resting on his bed in his usual silent but frustrated disposition. Shaun can feel the tinge of nervousness on his mother’s face while she approaches the room. Both of them know it; he is in a bad... Continue Reading →
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She was at the club when it happened. Short black dress, tall black drink. She stood in the middle of the dance floor, moved her hips slowly. She made eye contact with him. She even smiled. He walked up to her and asked her to meet him at his car. When she declined, he grabbed her arm.
And what a scene she created! She fought, screamed and kicked. You want this, he told her as he pulled her out of the club. NO, she screamed, yelling as he dragged her to his car. You don’t know what you want, you’re drunk.
She sat alone in the parking lot a few hours later. Disgusting girl, she reeked of smoke and alcohol. What…
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Perhaps you would not disagree with me when I say that most of man's attempts at introspection are soon transformed into critiques of all those who surround him. Let's elaborate. Introspection, in common terms may be understood as an occasional dive into the dunes of time to analyze and categorize one’s life, decisions, and occurrences.... Continue Reading →
“Loving you has made me love myself”, “He cared”, “He just let me be me… That was the most important thing that brought me close to him”; each and every word in these lines bombarded against the walls of his heart, and brain. It all circulated in a whirlwind in his head, converting all that... Continue Reading →