Sometimes, stories are born out of a desperate need to
write. Most of my fiction is born this way. Short stories,
poetry and general rants. See how you like it.
Where do you lie? Where do you not? You are the hesitation in my step The boldness in my raised head The indented half moons on my palm when my nails dig in a shade too deep The worry in my voice T…...
The craftsman stood in front of his workshop, under the colourful banner that announced his name and profession to customers. It was a fine morning. He would create something new today, he thought.…...
He ran like a madman.Fear propelled him forward like a second pair of legs, like wings he did not know he had until they unfolded and swept him down the road. His breath came in short gasps. His fo…...
How in the world am I to focus on paying bills and the monthly EMI, on vacuuming the house and scrubbing the floors, when ahead of me in glorious abandon the wide, wide world beckons? What chance d…...
Q storms back home in a rage. “I told her she’s a bitch”, he says. “Total bitch.” What happened? “We had an argument.” Another? “I know, right! She c…...