Summer Breakfast

A fresh April Sunday, and stir was caused by maybe the milkman or the guy who was scheduled to take blood sample of my little sister, for I don’t know as I was deep in slumber. Summer Sundays are always crisp in the house. And by god’s grace there was no maid today for some…

Mrs Dalloway vs Universe

I slept all day. I couldn’t sleep at night. I read good lot of Stephen Hawking. I don’t feel as much as I should for the so assumed expanding universe. I feel more connected to Virgina Woolf’s Mrs Dalloway which I’ve not even read yet.
Salvation lies in literature, reality is a myth. The fact that…

Computer Lab

A hundred words story Over hundred un-animated computers lying side by side in a room with big pale white walls. More than half of them are occupied with afternoon lazy students, sitting face to face with flat screens emitting light. Only if this was a lush green park with soft breeze that the mood would…

Expressions and rains

I promised myself I’ll sleep just in 2 more minutes, apparently reading quotes with my bagged eyes gave me more peace than lying comfy in my bed. Deliberately trying to search for some words to which I could relate and dissolve myself into. And when I find these words, I feel satisfied that maybe someone…

For my catastrophe is my fortune

Undoubtedly crisis do us much good. How suddenly you wake up from the fiction you’ve been running through and actually think about life. Adversity’s sweet milk philosophy. And those who loathe sadness are the one’s living in a delusion for there is no other fulfilling emotion than sadness itself. It liven us up. And this…