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… who ventured into the wild world of my words… Thank you for investing your time, attention, and heart into my stories and poems. You have always been there for me, and your support has kept me going as a writer and my stories flowing. Whether you smiled or maybe even scratched your head, your
I see a faint glimmer of brightness in my dog’s face as I clean it with a damp towel. It warmed my heart for a while. Joy moves us, but pain has a unique way of shaping us. As Dean Koontz puts it, “Pain is a gift. Humanity without pain would neither know fear nor
It was late Autumn in 1987, as far as Tubing could recall. The rice fields in Ziro had turned brown and withered down to their roots. The sun was setting, casting an orange hue across the sky, and everyone was returning home. The only sounds reverberating in the quite, parched air, were the laughter of
Teaching in the pahads (mountains), has triggered a profound shift in my mental and emotional state. I’m starting to question the knowledge and experience I have amassed over the years. It’s as if I’m undergoing a metamorphosis mentally and emotionally to the point that I almost feel lost, giving up to the flow of a
I see her hunched over. Her hair turning silver by the day. That long brown sarong slightly above her ankle reveals her over-sized dark blue sneakers adorned with white stripes on the sides. Her tea coloured printed blouse looks dull with overuse. Her thumb pushing away each bead of a sacred mala, until it has
The August rain seems to have a magical effect on Delhites. Like a magic potion, that sends them into a trance. After months of sweltering days with little or no rain, the thunder roared, and I heard the shriek of the peacocks. I see them prancing from one roof to the other, in search of
He could feel the sweat in his palms oozing like melted butter as he struggled to hide the corpse inside a brightly draped sari. Dialogues were being orated in tenors and baritones while the crowds cheered along like clanging cymbals in temples. Suddenly, a hand shot out of nowhere and the lovely draped corpse was
Once upon a time, there was a ghost that lived in a cosy dank room. The room was lit with darkness and puffed away candles. The ghost thought, “I sense a bright entity in my room”. It looked around, but saw nothing. After it slipped itself under the cold blanket, it sensed a tingling sensation