I could foresee my mission getting sabotaged by my will. My confidence was low, my heart beat was high, and I was naked; physically and spiritually.
Not a Water Guy
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Mr. Shorty, The Firero
He came inside huffing like a dog and sat on the chair without saying hello to me. His fat fingers held a wad of documents, and he had an expression on his face that told me he had either witnessed a crime or had climbed all fourteen floors of this building. “How can I help?” … Continue reading Mr. Shorty, The Firero
The Sense of Belonging
He is standing there next to a mirror that his breath can’t fog. His misty self is quite uncertain how he got here. But now that he is here, he keeps his coffee brown beret, or the essence of it, on the console table. The table is a black and quirky oriental solid wood – … Continue reading The Sense of Belonging
The Ringing Continues
You have sharp ringing in your ears from that wrong dive you made this morning in your pool. It sounds like your ears are gargling the bullshit you keep hearing on social media or otherwise. So, you are talking a bit louder than you should, yelling almost, at the cook, the maid, the guard, almost … Continue reading The Ringing Continues
The Green On The Mountain
With his tiny little feet, he stepped on tiny pebbles across the shores, that little boy Timothy, and he kept stomping on them and kicking them away one after the other. It was fun. Monkeying around on the sand and throwing pebbles into the blue and calm ocean. Wooop they went. He rejoiced every time … Continue reading The Green On The Mountain
Van Gogh in a Skirt
While laying the books on the desk with a disturbing thud she has looked at me. Her starched skirt ballooning, as she sits down two seats behind me to the right – that newcomer in the class, with panda eyes, dressed in a crumpled white plaid shirt, grey skirt, and a big distracting bandage on her left … Continue reading Van Gogh in a Skirt
The Roach Is On The Couch
There is a dimly lit elbow room at the very corner of this house. Much like the ones that you see in horror movies with low budget that tend to fail at the box office. And the ones, that have characters with no arcs that are forgotten soon after their release. And in that room, … Continue reading The Roach Is On The Couch
NOT a Poem
Because I am not a poet and I do know it, I am scribbling something gibberish, Metaphors thrown here, similes thrown there, Grammar lying (or laying) under my doormat, Messages or no messages between these lines, Look closer. Schrödinger’s cat. Tell me, what’s a rhyme scheme? I don’t know ABC of it, All I … Continue reading NOT a Poem
June Edition: Dark Fright & the Seven Dwarfettes and other stories
The write club magazine June 2018 edition has a total of four stories from four different authors. The count dropped, I know. Even I did not see this coming. My story this month is not really a story - story, it's a monologue. And if that's not enough, I actually call it, "Bossy-Flossy Monologues". I … Continue reading June Edition: Dark Fright & the Seven Dwarfettes and other stories
The Madagascar High School
The earth’s equator is the tropics, hot, rain-drenched and vulnerable. It’s where the Madagascar High school is located, and in next few minutes, we will spend exploring this wild and unusual realm of absurdity. More than half the world’s ignorant but talented species live in these conditions. It’s a vertical landscape that pushes the very … Continue reading The Madagascar High School
