Types Of People During Lockdown

Disclaimer- By reading this post, you are subject to certain risks. Any resemblance you may find to the characters mentioned are intentional, but meant for entertainment purposes only. Tread carefully, you might find your clone 😛

The Shadow Of Someone

It was carried with utmost care.  Four men from the shop three houses from the Garden View house and a little to the right carried it and climbed a long flight of stairs that didn’t seem to end.  The heavy oak door opened to their relief and in they went, treading carefully on the red…

The Multiple Faces Beyond One

We find ourselves in different situations on a daily basis, because that’s what life is made of. Our response to various areas of life is widely influenced by our childhood, our environment and relationships with people we interact with. Our personality is multifaceted and it should be. But what happens when our multifaceted personality become…

From The Shadows

I couldn’t sleep. I got out of bed and went to the balcony. A solitary street light was glowing dimly. Not a single leaf moved. A few lights flickered in the distance, but all was quiet. Yet there was something about the air that night, I just couldn’t tell what it was. Maybe it was…

Where Is The Light…

  The darkness engulfed you until you could breathe no more Everytime you looked around, you only saw a deep sadness Was it pain, was it hurt, it was more than that, you know Into the endless abyss you were sucked. Emptiness was all you felt, and then you felt nothing at all. Shutting your…

The Decision

The windows were tall, the drapes a little too long that they crumpled while touching the ground. He lay in bed, eyes shut. A drop of sweat trickled down his temple. The building’s air conditioning was in no way helping the sultry weather and the air vent rattled as it took heavy ragged breaths.

Home

I felt the hot afternoon sun the moment I jumped out of the school bus and skipped down the narrow mud road. The empty water bottle dangled around my neck as I began to walk faster. My black shoes were soiled and dusty and one sock was shorter than the other as always.

The Celestial Master

The invisible hand moves on the vast canvas, Moving the paintbrush with flourish, the Artist creates-