Nayanthara

Today I am standing on the same jinxed boulevard again, and found that these cacodemons are laughing at me, manifesting they have more power than the humans do. I reminisce about childhood I spent my summer holidays at my maternal uncle’s house in Ranakpur, Rajasthan. It used to be quite relaxing from hot and humid…

One Last Rain!

The house is heavy with grief. Twisting an escaping strand of my curled hair in my finger, I bite my lower lip to stop myself from getting emotional. Outside, as I hear thunder, a sudden smile of secrecy escapes my pursed lips. Abandoning my family in time of their need, I take one step back, listening to…

Don’t Trust Linda – The Grave of Nobody’s Darling

Previously in ‘Don’t Trust Linda’ : Linda Winslet accidentally meets John at police station, when she came running for help. John decides to go alone with Linda to the crime scene and leaves Brad at police station. John finds dead bodies of Winslet family along with driver Robert’s and gardener Bismil’s in that A-frame old…

Don’t Trust Linda – Scandal in ‘A-Frame’ House

Date: 13-08-2003 13 is an inauspicious number. I have seen deaths on 13th day of months, over the years. Some says its just some mere coincidences and I shouldn’t off-truck myself in the numeric theories. Later on, I started believing the same. Anyway, I hoped for a peaceful night at the station. An old track of Elvis Prisley was…

Editorial: Death Mystery of Lord Buddha

‘Death has nothing to do with Going Away. The Sun sets. The Moon sets. But they’re not gone.’        -Mahatma Buddha   The ‘Buddha‘ is undoubtedly one of the most influential figures in world history, and his teachings have affected everything from a variety of other faiths to literature to philosophy, both within…

Little Spire from Last Summer

(Inspired by ‘My Last Himalayan Trek’. We Miss Sneha( in story, she’s referred as Ruth) – a lady who lived the longest in the shortest life span. She would stay in my heart, forever as the sweetest inspiring memory of my life). It’s a story that happened during last summer when each leaf was turning…

Departure

My car started rushing down the city because all the thing I wanted to do at the moment is to catch a glimpse of the city lights. There is nothing prettier than the city at 11 pm, with its silent streets of Budapest whispering the glory of Europe and the cold winds singing lullabies. Even the…

A Kiss, Last Night…

It’s not that Samarpan is uninterested to attend the semester exam this morning, but his mind is elsewhere. With a chorus of delirium by anonymous questions and heart pounded with fearful thoughts, he is sitting on the bed at the same place since last couple of hours. Though today he is supposed to go to…