Crushed a flower with a footstep

(Photograph by Abhay Tiwari) Please, talk to me about who you were before the walls were painted blue; Tell me the bruises, the aches, and time just added another layer of misery to hide it, Tell me you remember it all and the name plates Read More …

Coolie from Tawang

(Photograph by Shreya Aggarwal) Amidst the crowded chaos of his historical workplace; the Nizamuddin Railway station, gnawing his time away; tenaciously thinking about the seraph of his life, whom he left in the Holy Buddhist land; protected by the mighty Kanchenjunga. His gnawing came to Read More …

The Tale of King Korak and Agonda

The ground trembles. You are forced to think an earthquake is near. You are wrong. The ground trembles with the sound of seven hundred drums being beaten with excellent coordination. The young prince is to be crowned today in Oxzerd, the heart of the country. Read More …

The Tale of Icimorg and Zephlea

In a country not known to most, deep down in a huge cave, there lived a dragon named Icimorg. Just like his kin, he was strong and killing with ice was his forte. Unlike most dragons, he used to exhale ice, whose shards could kill Read More …

An Incomplete Night

An incomplete night, curtains drawn to escape the shimmering light, complete silence and I. It had been a rather good day at work, under my leadership our company had finalized a record breaking partnership with the French in rail automation, the annual turnover was around Read More …

The boy sitting in the park

There’s a boy sitting on the bench in that park I visit often.He is reading his newspaper with utmost attention with a strand of his hair falling upon his eye causing distraction. He has bushy eyebrows and his hands appear small. If looked at carefully,his Read More …

An Unexpected Visitor

I live in an abnormally small house which contains abnormally large furniture. For reasons not known to me, men armed with deadly weapons protect our house 24 x 7. I wish I knew who or what they are protecting us from. Just like every other Read More …

Painless Separation

13th May 1993  Wednesday Dear diary, My name is Ellie. I am five years old. Mommy and daddy and I went for fishing. I am really happy. Daddy gave me a Barbie doll. Mommy made pancakes for me. Tomorrow I will learn a new poem. Read More …

Dear Diary

9th October 1995 2.47 PM Wednesday Dear diary, I still remember what happened on the 9th of September. Today, as I was arranging my clothes, the same olive green shit I had worn on that unfortunate day came to my notice. Not a second later, Read More …