Patient 31

Meanwhile, a pandemic was also spreading in the fictional Jamathi world. Women are wearing their hair loose, moral decay is rampant, and the end of days is imminent.

Killing Marie

A short piece into a writer’s soul as he grieves the death of love in the hunt for art and originality.

The Moon is an Oatmeal Raisin Cookie

Saahil first got seriously on social media because he had heard that Anjali was on it. Anjali was this pretty girl that he knew at work. The kind of girl that he almost never found the courage to talk to. But he wanted to talk to her.

Jai Musca Domestica

Fascinating new research could possibly shed light on one of the most widely debated topics of the Kingdom of Sedonia, the matter of the Housefly.  Triggered by outrage of a housefly falling into the flavored drink of the visiting American president at the Sedonian Royal Home, rumors have been widespread of a government-funded extermination of…

When I took an Existential Crap

Last evening, after I took a mistimed crap at work, I came out and suddenly felt existential. I know that is a bit excessive, given that I don’t have a clue about the concept, but I thought it was the thing to be, like being woke and all. Still I had a nagging sense that…

Day 16: Luxury Shopping in the Name of going Plastic-Free

I have realized that in the direst of mental conditions, I reach for my best friends: Amazon and Food Delivery. Turns out they have a different friend: Plastic! Friendly Neighborhood Kiranas for Food Staples Walking up to a mill with my mason jars and gunny bags to fill up on Wheat Powder (5 kilos), Rice…

The Printer

There once was a printer, That made a hell lot of noise, Especially when it printed With gusto, for all the boys. Of course they were other printers, Big and small, That printed quietly, and all day long. But this printer, it printed, with a particularly fine print, In a day, in a month, very…

100 days to Zero-Waste (or Public Shame)

Despite(/Because of) my privileged life and education, I consider myself very environmentally-aware….mostly because my office cafeteria has segregated waste (and 40% of the time I manage to toss my waste in the right bin) But today, when I visited my designer bathroom, I noticed something….terrible…sinister…oh so horrible…. It was the plastic bottles. The bottles were…