“Hi! Recognize me, eh? I’m your one and only point of contact in the matters of the heart. I am the oldest and most authentic Cupid and I have no branches. And today, with much regret, sorrow, nostalgia, and anger, I would like to resign from the job. Why? Because my position has been made redundant, by intelligence- both human and artificial. People think they … Continue reading Short Story: Stupid Cupid
(Trigger Warning: Suicide) It’s a lovely morning in Bangalore. I grab a cup of coffee and climb the stairs to reach the terrace. My eyes are focused on the sky. The sky is perfect blue with gray clouds trying to cover it but blown away by strong winds. While I am enjoying this game of hide and seek, I see another woman, beside me, near … Continue reading A conversation with my younger self
Hey there, I know how terrible it feels to be a part of this world right now. On one side, there’s nature creating havoc while on the other there’s in-numerous instances of human cruelty. If you happen to reside in India, you have been in this situation for a long time now. Every time you pick up a newspaper or a news app, there are … Continue reading A letter to those too disturbed to read news
This is an old story I wrote for some short story competition. For some reasons unknown, I find it easy to read and soothing for the soul. Hope you’ll would like it too. “Can’t you see I am trying to shoo you away?” my voice is stern this time. But it’s funny how animals sometimes love you more than you deserve. Assuming me to be … Continue reading White Nights
Dear voice in my head Ever since I learned languages, I taught you how to put forward your opinions and take a stand. When I was a kid, I reflected you like a mirror. People used to laugh at you but adore me. When I grew up, my parents and teachers conspired against you and convinced me somehow to listen to you selectively. I confess … Continue reading Dear Voice in My Head
“O my beloved Radha, Why are you so far from me? Won’t you see my face for one last time? Now that my worldly duties summon me.” “O Krishna, the lotus-eyed boy I fell in love with, I know I can’t stop you from going. But how would you go without your flute? This flute is certainly dearer to you. This flute that has … Continue reading Who do you love more?