This short story was written keeping in mind the various mental illnesses like loneliness, consistent agony, traumatic episodes, isolation, perennial longing and every other face of apathy. When left unattended for a long time, these forms of insanity can encourage a human to practice desperate measures, thus revealing an atrocious aftermath. This short story aims at being a beacon of hope and a timeless hand of help to those facing the aforementioned barbarity. This short story also aims at keeping the society purged, if not in a larger sense, then in some sense that fits. That doesn’t call ..read more

I sat on the chair with strict comfort and threw a glance at the world that shimmered with gloom at the other side of the lustrous window pane. The trees were bald as the leaves gave way to sheer complacency. The vivid green seemed to dissipate and, oh boy, life wasn’t this distressing ever before. The birds chirped in the language of the languid and the befallen. They were quite the opposite the previous day. Cacophonous, raucous, exuberant, boisterous; the subject of the adjectives to describe these teeny tiny beings stood incorrigible and confirmed. And the vehicles that irritated the tarma ..read more

I still remember the dewy mornings vividly when I used to wake up and cherish pancakes on the table Margaret once baked. They were subtle in a sense and delicious in the other. The lips of my heart would taste them beforehand and I couldn’t do much about it anyway. Margaret was something. Someone I would prefer waking up to and sleeping for. Permanently. Her body shone aplenty and had that innate capability of declaring diamonds a sham. Her love painted all my days turquoise with love and embedded enough stars in my hungry nights. Fed more to the need of love. I still want her, here by me ..read more

I like sunsets, sunrise, chairs, compact tables, cats, books, pages, nature, sparkling wine, scotch whisky and moving pictures. I dislike dishonesty, disloyalty, lies, chattering mouths, deranged hands, torn pages, heavy clouds, tears, and sometimes, the entire mankind. I despise immorality, vice, felony, and the wrong. Even to this date, I remember dismembering the society and squishing its limbs on the bright white marbles of the patio in my house when I was just 16. I remember a tiny girl getting maltreated by her father in front of the nonchalant eyes of the society. I could feel my hands ..read more

What do Frisbee tosses, knock-down games, ping pong activities, fleeting tic-tac toes, candy flosses and writers’ meets have in common? They are holy, rich with ultimate delight, hyperbolic jollification, and an overflow of gaiety and recreation. Apart from these, the only difference that yells is the level of maturity. Mr. Abercrombie was mature enough to drive out the little specks of dust from his ginormous machine that everyday bent at the curb with shiny, lustrous glass panes that had the capability to encapsulate the entire world. He was surrounded by humans that preferred dilly-dallying ..read more

I approached the steps of Mr. Abercrombie’s apartment that felt caged in all seriousness and inactivity. The window sills appeared pale and motionless. “Windowpanes of morose.” I said and advanced towards the bell. The bell was cold and the button reminded me of a winter night. All the flowers still and sleeping after encountering the eye of a blizzard, a snowstorm. The roads lying as there is zero guarantee of the cracks and parchments on them coming to life. Monuments and buildings lacking the redundancy of glowing and oozing out a superfluous amount of lights. The bell felt the same ..read more

“I wish I died before my world was even born.” I was having a conversation with the ceiling with a bottle of whisky wide open and a half glass full. I prefer neat. Neatness in everything has always kept me close to the shrine of my senses. Over-accurate and clean. The glass was made to make art in the air. I lifted it up looked at the bottom of the glass and then the brim. “Probably our best friend lies between the brim and the bottom.” And I took a sip. The more relaxed you are the more the universe within you seems to expand aggressively. The cosmos of innateness are innocuous and sharp ..read more

I could hear Mr. Gavin calling out my name with blunt concern. I had heard he had done something to the poor newspaper boy once and didn’t apologize to his family. He didn’t find it purging enough. He deserves a bout of permanent penalty. A befitting penance. The same way Margaret with the aide of disloyal and her mistrusted bunch poisoned many including our child through her indecent pharmaceuticals company. I had warned her but she was blinded by slivers of money.     The same way that pungent father maltreated his daughter. The same way Mr. Abercrombie had dealings and negotiations ..read more