She made a locus of sparkling youth and brazen dreams around her soul's polar axis. While others persevered to harmonize with theirs, she danced around her axis in circles of non-conformity. She lay in gutters dreaming of stars, drank until each atom of her body vibrated with the mirth of the wine, and kissed every... Continue Reading →
Tyler Durden in the House
So, I have a poster of Fight Club from the Comicon. And yes, everyone, Tyler Durden is in the house. Here's a picture of my poster for keeps. And some quotes from the book. Because no one said it like he did. “Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything... Continue Reading →
The Zen Master
A friend told me this story last night. Because I need reminding sometimes, I'm documenting it here. This story serves well for all seasons. Here's why: On his 16th birthday, a boy gets a horse as a present. All the villagers say, "How wonderful!" The Zen master says, "We'll see." One day, the boy is... Continue Reading →
One Kind Word
Today's Daily Prompt @ WordPress: Exhale Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright. Here's my take. *** Under the bridge, I can hear the passing train as the wheels make contact with the rails and the sewage water runs down the... Continue Reading →
Last Seen At
On the Sion-Panvel highway, where the buses stop to let passengers board, is an expanse of road that would put the moon's surface to shame. More often than not, that stretch of pockmarks is filled with water turning it into a giant ditch. When I pass by the bus stop every morning, I experience this burning feeling... Continue Reading →
Saving thirty rupees
When I was in school, the girls used to have a period dedicated to needlework while the boys played football on the huge ground outside. The solace of this needlework period, sometimes, was the view of the ground thanks to the French windows, which we had in some classrooms. Also, fortunately, our school had lots... Continue Reading →
The Missing Pen
"I sent you a pen too." "There was nothing else in it." "Strange. I did pack it in." *** Rubaiah's dreams were transcendental in nature. Filled with bizarre exigencies that camouflaged themselves within long moments of silence, they ensconced within them a world unknown. They magnified emotions rather than faces and took her places she had... Continue Reading →
Sprinkled Sentiments # 13
I had started out this post as a list of all those things that annoy me, but somehow, as I was typing I decided to keep it the classic Sprinkled Sentiments list that I have been writing sporadically over the years. Lots of unwanted incidents have been occurring, and everytime I try to adapt to... Continue Reading →
Interconnections
A voice in your head reads to you when you read a book. Ever tried to talk to that voice? Ever asked why it said what it did? For instance, have you ever wanted to talk to Scout and ask her what was the first thing Jem said when he woke up next morning in... Continue Reading →
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