On weekends, I spend hours staring at the ac vent blowing ice-cold air into the small room that I have rented. The only furniture that I have in the house is a bed. I have a red Afghan rug near the bed so that my feet touch something warm when I wake up. On the... Continue Reading →
Because I do not know how it all ended, I might as well tell the story. It is about a girl who wanted a lumberjack husband to spend the winter with. She had always been exceptionally tall. I think that is why she always wanted a lumberjack. In the late afternoons, just as she wakes... Continue Reading →
She fucked like she was fighting, rolling off the bed midway to get water twice. He stroked himself watching her walk to the kitchen and back both times. It struck him that he was wrong. She flounced. She flounced to the kitchen and back both times. People who flounce had flouncy hearts. He did not know... Continue Reading →
And one moment she was there suddenly, compressed out of thin air, smoke emanating from her skin, cordite smell in the air. One of her eyes was red and bloodshot from pain and anguish. The other was black and mean. This is how I remember her genesis though she always claimed to have crawled out... Continue Reading →
Not many people like the truth. That is the fact. I also write in cliches. I do not like that. I told that to the homeless person sitting next to me to whom I had given 2 dollars, even though she had just asked for change. "God bless you baby" she had said and sat... Continue Reading →
There must have been atleast 50 iguanas placidly sunning themselves amongst the centuries old Mayan ruins. The sweltering heat steamed us into walking, baking pieces of meat wrapped in crisping human skin. Human tamales. The lizards had each staked out a tree, guarding its shady territory. Lazily glaring at the occassional intruder with a menacing slither... Continue Reading →
Breakfast in Belgium, Lunch in Luxembourg, Dinner in France We drove 6 hours and 600 kilometers just to say that. Coarse vanity. But isn't that what we live for? If we are not comparative pleasure seekers what are we? I did this, what did you do? I did not do this, what would you have done?... Continue Reading →
Luckily my neighbor's son died when he was in his early twenties. His mother was completely devastated. I still remember her helpless wails when the self appointed master of ceremony nodded that it was time to take the body away. It reached an unearthly crescendo. Till a few days earlier his life was consumed with the stock activities... Continue Reading →
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