Him and The Pillars: The thousands of pillars that stand letting the roof guard the tens of thousands of people in the temple strike a smiling similarity between what I think of my own life. Pillars – they are architectural monuments. They stand defeating the sands of time. They mark the existence of a temple…
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The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas
There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…
The School Journal #3 – An Amalgamation of A Thousand Emotions.
. . . Cntd of #2 The Boring Intro: I don’t think there is an immediate need to write about everything that’s happening here just because I name this a journal. Its been a while I updated anything about The School thing. I’m the past few days, I’ve really been very very obsessed with the…
A Promise: A short Short-Story.
{I am in this bus and a conversation between a daughter and her father triggered this thought. Couldn’t wait to turn it into a story and make it into a post. It’d a bit crude, but sure as hell, beautiful.} It happens so. . . She never doubted it: she is the most important thing…
The Stupid Marriage!
One fine late-in-the-evening! It started when I was going home on my bike in a real rush through the bustling crowd of our town’s busiest roads. What is it that started? “The turn of fate.” Of course, it could have started much earlier; when I came out that evening, or when that girl came out…
Writings of Indra 