The School Journal #6 – The Dawning Climax!

. . . Cntd #5 The Teacher’s Note! This was supposed to be a really happy episode of this nearing-the-ending journal series, but the moment I kept the sub-title ‘The Dawning Climax,’ my god, haha, the end is nearing, and I suddenly became conscious of it. But let us not talk about that now. The…

Dark Omen – A Bizarre Short-Story

It all started in the morning when I was sitting before the window, staring through the grills of it and thinking something which was vague. What that was I was thinking, I too cannot answer, for I forgot everything except for the posture I was in, till the little kid with smiles came an stood…

The Deific Cycle of Bholenath – A Tale of Divine Intervention

Him and The Pillars: The thousands of pillars that stand letting the roof guard the tens of thousands of people in the temple strike a smiling similarity between what I think of my own life. Pillars – they are architectural monuments. They stand defeating the sands of time. They mark the existence of a temple…

The Cosmic Accident – The Three Arrows of The Lord

“प्रपञ्चसृष्  ट्युन्मुखला  सयकायी  समस्तसा  महारकताण्डवाया  | जगज्जनन्यै  जगदेकपित्रे  नमः  शिवायै  च   नमः  शिवाय  || “ “Prapancha srushtyun muka lasyakayai, Samastha samharaka thandavaya, Jagat jananyai Jagatheka pithre, Nama Shivayai cha namashivaya.” “My salutations to both Parvathi and Shiva, To Her whose dance marks the creation of the world, To Him whose dance destroys everything, To…

Bhaga Bhaga – The Heart Twisting Tale of Rekha & Abimanyu!

Abimanyu was walking. It was not like any other day’s walk. His legs were stumbling. His every step seemed like his last. His face was very tired, like an exhaustion after a war. His features were rugged, like he has forgotten himself since ages. He doesn’t like having a beard, but, Rekha does. Rekha. He always…

“The Testament of Love”

The Testament of Love. . .: One day, I shall just stand up and with a stupid smile on my face I shall say, “I want to quit.” If someone asks me why I want to, mm, I don’t know how I can express my feeling which I am feeling now. I would just look…

The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas

There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…