Kanika didn’t show up at the old fort that evening. Day waned to a night that, under different circumstances, would’ve been beautiful (seducing even) but at that moment it seemed ruthless. I was waiting at the top of Bhavani’s Baithak, one of the towers of the fort, since what must have been two hours. She … Continue reading Bhavani’s Baithak
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.
“The two needs that haunt our otherwise innocent minds are the need to judge and the need to compare. All other emotions are but perverse reflections of these, nothing else. Even if they are something else, deep down inside there are roots hooked to these two grotesque traits of the devil himself, you hear?” Stalin … Continue reading The Two Needs
Age 8: There was this string! Caught between the fingers of a boy of eight, on a happy afternoon when the house fell still and when the elders found refuge in a post-lunch siesta. Rohan wandered in his imagination, and let the string flow but he knew not where it came from. It wasn’t too … Continue reading Four Blinks
What is a review if not one's own connect with the object under the light? So in the review's stead I'll write about that which found a connect within me, or as the musician in me would say, struck a chord. Guitarists will know that harmony is created by pairing a major chord with a … Continue reading The Three Flowers by Novemberschild (@romspeaks) – E-Book Review
My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I entered the tunnel. I paused to allow my senses to get comfortable with the dampness in the air and continued walking. That tunnel was a forgotten hole the mountain abandoned by government, time and residents of villages scattered around that region of the Sahiyadris. No parallel … Continue reading Towards The Light
Words flowed less smoothly since the thoughts were rushed, but my need to finish this article was urgent and nigh. It was well past 9 PM and my hunger was gnawing at the edges of my mind. Not yet, I replied to it. I was writing a piece on “Death”. I know, this topic is … Continue reading A Voice From The Couch