A Tarantino Picture

  INT. UNCLE’S POINT, MANIPAL - SUNDAY It’s a beautiful Sunday morning. After a heavy downpour in the previous night, the air is resonating with the pitter-patter of the raindrops on the worn-down road. The first customers of the day are nine people seated around two rickety tables joined together. Let’s call them NUMBER ONE,... Continue Reading →

Travel Stories 7 : Comfortably Numb at Baku

Usually, the cultural explosion takes place right when the tourist steps out on the streets of the foreign city. But for your beloved narrator, this happens way before that; the moment he enters the airport. Surely, airports aren’t supposed to be that different right? All of the airports at cities in India have that massive... Continue Reading →

String – Day Twelve of NaPoWriMo

  There’s this ace puppeteer at this restaurant in Tinseltown and he said the secret to his magic  wasn’t how he pulled the strings,  instead it was how he spotted  the connections between things  that needed to be and things  that weren’t meant so. And also that haven is among those lives  which don’t depend... Continue Reading →

Innocence – Day Four of NaPoWriMo

  I’ve made home in my bathtub where water traces its way down my back, rivulets breaking where bones peek out through skin. My eyes shut, I can remember fingers slim and calloused, nails cut jagged in a hurry, were here before the water tracing letters in a language that died as the hands left... Continue Reading →

Fool – Day One of NaPoWriMo

  Mirror mirror, show us all. Who was the greatest fool of them all? ~ Once upon a time, there was a  jester who took the fall everyday for the rest of his days.  His details pinned to the wall of shame, his entire life was documented for somebody else’s fame. A wide belly and... Continue Reading →

Winter

Bippity bop hip hop,temperature drop,snowballs on the the move,Elsa’s in her groove,and now for the real expedition.Do you have some thyme, or at least a rhyme of a faint memory in disguise or a warm spirit being victimised?Is it the whitewash you wanted for the house you’ll end up mortgaging?Is it the circle of life... Continue Reading →

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