The Revival of Love

The Phuchka is shedding tears as the moisture is penetrating through its imperfections, the cigarettes are reluctant to enlighten their soul, the nicotine is getting bored being confined in its filter paper for ages, the ash is getting impatient to punch this air of despondency, the coffee beans are dead tired responding to the racist …

The Mystery Woman

An insomniac mind with a blatant soul enters my ruptured world one day… My crimson red scars, the grey heart and those trembling knees could not resonate with her oozing elegance. The heart smiled at this coincidence and asked, “Who’s there??” … To my surprise, nobody answered. The anxiety went a notch higher when a …

The Drowsy Durga

It was the last working Friday of the month. Fridays were supposed to be the only day of the week where the corporates allowed their highly paid manforce (the term “womanforce” does not exist in their big fat hypocritical dictionaries sadly) to dress up informally, something they termed as their employee friendly measures. Thus, hiding …