Aren’t we all Rats? Scampering in our little mazes, sniffing for cheese at the corners, turning a blind eye to the perils of eventually finding it? Aren’t we all Rats for wanting a wanting for a delirious purpose which drives us. Similar or variant, dreams are made of sleepless nights. Daydreams, Of course, smelled specifically […]Read more "Knight’s Oblivion"
” What did you see child?” The pastor knelt before the clearly shaken 11 year old. Isabel cried silently, her eyes reeking of grief. Her confession would certainly be a sin. At-least the Lord in her heart told her that. What Her Father was doing, was satanic the church had taught her. Could she confess […]Read more "ISABEL"
Dear Isaac, Hello Isaac. It has been long since I’ve heard from you. Years ? Decades? I can’t exactly remember, but I do remember one thing. Your question. A question that has made me feel alive all these years. And one that has eaten up my mind every single day. And you’d be interested to […]Read more "Dear Isaac…"
The boy suddenly woke up. An eery sound somewhere. Of Flute but something more. An insatiable urge to follow it. And thus he did. He walked upstairs to the roof top, walked to the edge and jumped off it. One hour later, another kid, a plump one, the son of a bread vendor heard the […]Read more "Pied Piper Pathos"
The days got shorter and so did the nights. The strange phenomenon that the calculations never comprehended. Wasn’t a month later, that the earth stopped rotating. Chaos, unsettling possibilities, reshuffling of resources and everything else took twenty years to be sorted out. Every country merged with the other, and the continents got blurred. The whole […]Read more "Continuum"
The little girl was thrown into the last room at the end of the velvety floored corridor. The girl struggled in the darkness for a few moments, as she moved her hands frantically to find something to support herself. She could make out a bed in front of her, a faint snoring from it’s direction […]Read more "The Girl At The Corner"
What could be worse? Death, Or the way we die? What is more important, to live or to be alive? These are the questions I’ve asked myself every day for the past 173 years. Ironical isn’t it , that I am neither dead nor alive. I carry around a tag of being undead, but truly […]Read more "Anti-Life"