Will – Part 2

...continued from Will - Part 1 Majorda, 29th September, 1979 “Why are we driving out of Panaji, Mr D’sa?” I asked him when I realized that we were crossing the bridge over the river. “I don’t want to be seen celebrating with you. Especially not tonight,” he looked at me, “and please, call me Albert.” … Continue reading Will – Part 2


Will – Part 1

Vasai, 20th September, 1979 Dushera was approaching. I was in the balcony of the house I was currently living in, looking outside to the busy street that was my main source of entertainment in those days. My arms were being gently caressed by the waning, comfortable light of the day. Dust rose high from the … Continue reading Will – Part 1

The Day’s Dying Light

“So, this is it.” She said-sighed, weary, tired, sad but hoping that her flight delays. “I wanted to give you this before I go.” She said. Her eyes finally met with his. The day’s dying light enveloped his entire world. Her eyes whispered grey stories and exhibited evidences of her clouded tear-filled afternoon. “It is … Continue reading The Day’s Dying Light

The Man, The Dog And The Metaphor.

The Man was digging, while the Dog watched. "Damn this dirt," he said, at which the Dog looked on and waited. It tilted its head towards the right and spat the stick on the ground. In its impatience, it barked thrice. More dirt crept in the Man's fingernails. His bruised knuckles frowned at his desperation. … Continue reading The Man, The Dog And The Metaphor.