Category: Fiction

Dark Secrets

Secrete – seven letters amalgamate to protect, to keep some sorts of things hidden from the knowledge of the rest of the world. Interesting stuff. Strange and mysterious too. It was almost the end of winter. On Thursday afternoon relaxing in an armchair in my bedroom I was reading the Bible. After a long time. Read More …

The Secret of Sweet

  “Watching the video that you sent me…’’, the tunes of Sweet from Cigarettes After Sex filled the air while she took another puff and tapped the cigarette to shed some dead moments from her life into the ashtray. The song was now just something that reminded her of the times she was obsessed with Read More …

Hamartia

Futility of life strikes us at an hour when we feel our most active self. All that energy building up, creating a crescendo, ultimately falls into deep dark pits in its culmination, for after all, when has any action ever executed ever mattered? Noel’s life was such a transient phase of such futility, all his Read More …

Howl

The bush crackled. The sharp retorts were subdued by the occasional grumbling that emanated from the dark clouds that veiled the nocturnal canopy. The rain was coming. The earth waited with bated breath to get that sublime touch. Occasionally the night orb peeped out of its brief respite as the passing clouds went on to Read More …

Snail Mail

i. Tapas was conceived in the year post offices downsized their workforce by half and their efficiency almost entirely, and most of the old workers who got up in the morning and dusted their heads and brushed their moustache and wore the semi khaki uniforms that identified them as postal workers, were handed over a Read More …

Saga

“Do you know the meaning of your name?” Lipika asked. “I don’t know what it actually means but Ma christened me with a quite exotic name. Isn’t it?” sassed Saga with a glimpse of tears in her eyes. But the question today somehow sounded a bit jarring to her. She while coming back home intruded Read More …

Azazel’s Child

Since time immemorial, I have been poppy, although my real name was Pophyria. Papie had named me so in a fantasy of his, following the name of some character in some famous poet’s work. But the rest of my family never really understood the use of such a fancy name for a girl of my Read More …