Short Stories

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

The boy's gone. The boy's gone home. It's a tree trunk. It's a cut down tree trunk. It was planted by my grandma, and then two more  grew on its side. Grandma died when I was 9. Few years back they cut one tree that the storm killed. Then they cut another. And now they… Continue reading “Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

Short Stories

I dwell with a strangely aching heart , In that vanished abode there far apart, On that disused and forgotten road

Back to the cliffs. Let's walk barefoot again. Yeah, come on. Kick the boots away, little more pain will not kill you. It will barely register, trust me. Hop up The girl was naive, her eyes red with all the crying. Her dress dirty from lurking in the store all day long. I helped her… Continue reading I dwell with a strangely aching heart , In that vanished abode there far apart, On that disused and forgotten road

Short Stories

Sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people. But you never forget them. And sometimes, it’s those memories that give us the faith to go on

Night or early day, I know not. My eyes flew open as the stab settled in No, Lord NO! I knew the pain that would take over, starting from the shoulder blades down to the arm, now the ribs too. Clutching my teeth shut I sped to the kitchen. No, God, no. Popped the pills… Continue reading Sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people. But you never forget them. And sometimes, it’s those memories that give us the faith to go on

Short Stories, Tales of Two

And all I loved, I loved alone

And so hollow does it feel. With every breath I intake I can feel my deserted insides. As if someone carved out the contents, leaving me void and vulnerable. Yes, it felt like that. I could feel the wooden shavings lying around me, chipped off from a wooden body, undoubtedly my own, so painfully my own....I might have… Continue reading And all I loved, I loved alone

Short Stories

Unread and Untitled

This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,-- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me!  "To my heart's core, I feel sick. Sick and tired and worn out. Enough is… Continue reading Unread and Untitled

Postaweek2011, Short Stories

Grave of the Fireflies

My house was burning And I sat. Sat overwhelmed. Sat numb and pale. I just sat there. Sat watching everything burned away. I saw Dad's picture eaten up by dancing yellow and orange flames. I saw Mom's ornaments smashed on the hard floors. I saw the tablecloth I made last month stained with blood of… Continue reading Grave of the Fireflies