Interim
That was the first time in my life I’d smelled charred meat. I could tell it was different from the kind you’re supposed to eat, and my mother had to hold me as I threw up violently on the side of the street.
9m ago
Of chaand raat and cadet college
Old friend, you will be kept alive in jotted snippets and paper clippings.
1y ago
The Last Few Fries
The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.
1y ago
Delirium
The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
1y ago
July 30, 2020
A Serenade of the Sedulous
"You know," I said, opening my backpack. "Maybe I will work from here today, listen to your story and write something on it."
June 18, 2020
The Non Gamers’ Game
As a child, every afternoon my playdates and I would go up to the roof of the tallest building in the community and stare at the clouds and make up a new story each day.
June 11, 2020
Aquamarine
Every time I look at you, I am reminded how moot a promise forever is.
March 12, 2020
Draw
“You know, he never really stopped loving you.”
February 29, 2020
RUN
The ruby red kite fluttered above head, contrasted against the aquamarine sky, and it all was picture perfect for a split second, so perfect that it was a spoiler to the fact that something horrible was about to follow, like it did almost always.
February 13, 2020
NISHITA
Ta was our neighbour, but by no means was she the ‘girl next door’. She had never showed up on our doorstep cradling an ice-cream box full of pakoras her mom made, perhaps in the very same box I had delivered to their home a week earlier.
October 10, 2019
THE BANSHEE’S WAIL
Salima didn’t realise that she had fallen asleep.
August 1, 2019
Silhouette
Her hair was perfect. Like, so perfect that if she would have to sell it to buy him a present, she would have a lot more than just twenty
July 4, 2019
Bequeathed
If inanimate objects had the power to think, act, or speak, this particular 5 dollar bill would probably be at it wits end, feeling extremely awkward and out of place in its incredible finish and straight posture, trapped among torn, dirty, foreign notes hurling obscenities at each other.
June 20, 2019
City of Strangers
Hello, dear old friend. Even after so many years you never fail to marvel me through your surprising change of attire at the transition from day to night. We are no longer strangers, not after the countless sleepless nights we shared, though sometimes I cannot help wishing
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