He sat there in the uncomfortable plastic chair, cheaply available for festive occasions, as he avoided the flickering lights, embracing the dancing girls and men in the party, to which he was invited out of compulsion. The host beckoned and then forcefully pulled him to the dance floor. He moved his legs like a snail until he was too drunk or physically done with the dance. Continue reading Party last night…
‘How many queens?’
Did you read the word ‘worship’?
Certainly you would have
I know a lot and I know nothing Continue reading Last Writing!
Let me ask
Or not today
Shall I ask
Silence to cast
Over my bloody last Continue reading The Original Truth!
Sing me words of silence
You behold in your bosom
Why live and try?
Let us die the moment
That passes by Continue reading The Sinful Entrée
‘You have to go through all this.’ Sarah loved saying that to people, ‘Perks of being with me.’
‘I never objected that.’ He replied watching Sarah recline in her chair. The same chair that has been a trademark of every office, with steel legs to support the uncomfortable leather seat. Continue reading Fucking Besties!
Most of you must have read this masterpiece. I won’t write much about it in the review as we all know that such naration of magical realism can’t be explained but felt. Though the critiques have been generous with their comments over the fast paced timeline with many slow details but overall it’s a wonderful experience to read it. I’m open to discussions!
‘I feel suffocated.’
‘Time, I suppose.’
‘How can you be suffocated by some medium. I mean time is a medium.’
‘Yes! And it’s not on my side. Not right now.’ Continue reading A Dialogue Within
‘These women have God’s curse upon them. Why do you suit yourself with such filth?’, he was asked outside the brothel.
‘If God put her in this state and he bothers to curse her but not the lustful client, then, she must be special. I look for God in her!’ he replied.
‘I have always loved you’ he told her while tearing off the papers, ‘and now being the mother of my baby you should relax.’
She bent down, smiling, to clean up the torn papers, happy about the much awaited pregnancy, illiterate to read ‘divorce’ on them.