Definitions, Dimensions, and Nothings

Pic Source I would say it started at nothing. But then, everything does, doesn’t it? And one fine winter morning you gather up all your nothings and your coffee; you sit sipping your cuppa and think about all your nothings… When you realize it is everything. My blog was a fun experiment that started way back in December 2011. LN gifted...

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The bachelor party

Picture source I walked into my home with a dreadful premonition. This has been my reaction for the last four months. I paraded through the house opening every door as I went. The bedroom was quiet. I had received a text around noon from my wife. “Going to my friend’s home for a short stay. Will be back in a couple of days. No food at...

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Perfect

Pic source I parked my Pulsar in the portico and stepped into my house. I kicked off my shoes, reveling in the subtle feeling of rebellion to see it land berserk on my wife’s meticulously polished sandals. We’ll have an argument for this am sure. But it was fun to see her chide me while placing a hot cup of coffee while I peel down my...

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The bride and the bathroom

Pic Source It was my 23rd visit. From having exact specifications like the centimeter thickness of the hair, I’ve drastically expanded my category to any female above 23 and below 28 years of age. I am thirty-one, with a diploma degree, a house under my name, some killer mechanic moves, and a brand new car that came second-hand thanks to the...

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His last breath

It’s been seven days since he fell on the floor, lifeless. He haunted every minute of my day, every dream of my night. It’s not easy to let go when you’ve been with him for 12 long years. I still remember the first day I saw him; when he walked towards me in measured, uncertain steps. I had watched him with a mixture of...

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The Curse of “Vellachery”

This probably looks like a picture of badly maintained roads on a rainy day. On the contrary, this is the picture of my locality in Velachery taken around 5.30 pm today evening. With the weather forecasting long sunny days ahead, what’s with the roads here flooded fresh with water? This is not the water from up above, this is the water from down...

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The Seeker of light

This is the continuation of Shameen Rizwana’s Chapter 7 – Queen of the Cursed Land She walked along the marble corridor which was illuminated by torches that held cold, blue fire. Everything about the place was cold. Dark. She passed through the tunnel of mist, dreading the coldness that would grip her and the torment it would unleash...

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That late night

The moment I was waiting for, the whole day, was just thirty minutes away. I kept staring at the silver enameled wall-clock with its intricate fretwork-ed hands chasing each other. It was past mid-night. Two –seventeen, to be precise. It was now or never.  I cannot afford to lose more time. I slowly slipped from my bed, careful not to wake...

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On the way to a wedding:

After long hours of cupboard rummaging and mindless contemplating, I settled for my mint green lehenga. I had exactly 20 minutes for appointment in the parlour and 2 hours to reach the marriage hall that was 20 odd kms away from my home. After a nice hair wash, I was back home, fresh and rejuvenated. I slipped on the layers of clothes, careful not...

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The treasure vault

Pc:  I met them for the first time, I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anxiety.  They looked every bit attractive and sophisticated a couple could possibly look. I reached them slowly and called them out. “Ahem..errr.. Mrs. and Mr. Sridhar? “Yes” said the lady and gave me a bright, dimpled smile. Her smile however, did not hide the...

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