He took the narrow bamboo bridge across the canal. He saw a man lying face down in the mud. Judging by his immobility one could easily tell that the man was dead. Last night the man lay there, choking in his own blood.
The first breathing dragon I need to evade is my sister-in-law.
But still remain an outcast in.
“A Cosmopolitan, please.”
As identities around the world get further convoluted with the circulation of diverse ideas, some embrace the oncoming change, while for others, it becomes important to assert their authenticity in the face of the massive ideological onslaught.
“Xavier’s dream,” as it is often referred to in the story, of peaceful co-existence is a direct reference to MLK’s iconic “I have a dream” speech.
I could write about the stories that Mumbai is tired of hearing, tales told to death, nooks and corners visited and revisited, shore touched, sounds heard.
Tables are joined for families, made into a family that is wonderfully big and ever-expanding.
I was present in one, bamboozled by the vibe of this wonderful place
dancing in your storm
A crimson dance
Unusual, in its feline kind!
The lopsided demon
Haunted my memories of
Teenage years under the blanket of pretences
From the society of this modern public, here is a glimpse.
Priyanka went to school every day, but she did not enjoy it there.
I am them.
I am their dreams and follies,
And their monotony and their vices.
I am their joy and their sorrows,
And I am no one.
I don’t like fidget spinners.
I remember the cough syrup life. I remember bandage stains and the rancid yellow smell of tissues healing quite late into summer when everything usually takes its own time. I remember a heavy head. The clanging sound of Ma's bangles filling up a silence so acoustic...
today we run with our faces beating against a wind that blew the roofs over our houses, our bodies aflame in our dreams where there's never a scream or a sound of dying we never knew the scent of our mothers' skin save the ones who've helped them with bloodied needles...
Whenever I forgot a formula, I would keep going back to all the notes accumulated from past one-night stands, clumsy dates and lengthy promises, but none were universal in the vast galaxy of infinities.
“I know what you are going through. I was depressed once. I was bipolar too. I am so moody, haha I don’t know what I even wanted for breakfast”
‘My baby is aroused only with a tickle.’ We laugh, and sleep.