This itch I swear. It shall be the death of me. I fear sometimes, that it will come with me to the grave. I shall be all of six feet under, my family weeping their goodbyes. And right then, when the angels of death, truly terrifying creatures that we know that they are, their eyes…
My Artsy Dreams
“You think that you change clay. But I think clay changes you” Nowadays, this is the kind of sentence that I repeat a few times a day like it is a medical prescription. This is because I have suddenly become an artist. It happened over the weekend. When I walked by chance into a curious…
Such a Roach
I feel the disgust rise within me. When I see the Roach. It’s there everywhere. This insect. Work, Play, everywhere. The Roach. He looks like me, sometimes. He wants to be like me, I think. He’s trying, it seems, To make something good, For a while. But then I see, He’s a Roach. He prefers…
AI for the Indian Girl
Sowmya is trapped at a wedding. Still single, and aunties ready for attack, can technology save her?
The Lost Tooth
She opened her bleary eyes, when the cat, all seven pounds of squirming flesh, climbed onto her belly. Squinting into the sunlight streaming in from the open window, she discovered that she was now the weary possessor of a pounding headache, and at some point, had managed to lose both a tooth and a spouse….
Black Magic
Of course, men can be witches. At least, old desperate men like me can. Especially, if you’ve been ridiculed all your life for your supposedly unnatural interest in jewelry and heels. So when supermodel Vera Brixtom decided to OD alone in her car, a few kilometers away from the party district of Ziro, it was…
Welcome to my Pity Party
Do you understand disgust? Self-disgust? Then welcome. Welcome to Amel’s pity party. No, no…we aren’t hiding under fake names. This is her party. Where she has the stage to spit ball and embarass herself. Relieve herself in public. Because why not? Its a free space. You get to flood it with baby pictures and travel…
Why that Bimbo Smart
Bimbo is someone I have often seen at many work places. Of course, she’s Indian, probably Punjabi, I dunno, long black locks of hair, luscious lips, and white skin, the works. The kind of girl who is pretty because she firmly believes it and takes enough selfies to prove it. Obviously, she’s no friend of…
Why Hell is an Alumni Group
So some lame-ass in my college class of 2004 has suddenly decided that it would be an awesome idea to find the phone numbers of 57 other class mates (two dead, may their souls rest in peace away from all social media) and form a WhatsApp group. The poor dear has convinced some of his…
Mr. Skeleton in the Closet
I opened my closet, expecting nothing surprising. Just the same set of mismatched, undersized clothes I picked up hoping I’d grow thin some day without dieting or exercising. What I did not expect, was an anorexic version of a human being. Well, not exactly anorexic, as starved. Not actually starved, as dead. And boney. …
