THE SUBTLE ART OF TALKING TO SELF

Presenting to you one of my random musings for today. It struck me out of nowhere and I spent some time marvelling at this. I’m talking about the art of talking to self. Talking generally involves addressing your thoughts to a person. Talking to oneself involves addressing your own thoughts to yourself. Normally, there is…

Reboot: A Short Story

This is a short story that I wrote today on a creative prompt. The prompt is ” His mind went numb as he stared blankly at his phone. His gaze was centered at only one word… Reboot. “ His mind went numb as he stared blankly at his phone. His gaze was centred at only…

Slow Thuds

I recently got a creative writing prompt to write a short story. Y’all can also submit your prompts on the “Your Idea Box” page here. The prompt : “The dull sound has echoed in her ears as long as she could remember. No one else seems to hear it. The thing is, over the years,…

The Reality of Snape: A Pause

Today is the anniversary of the renowned book and movie series ‘Harry Potter’ by J.K. Rowling. So, what better day to write this post. I tried writing ‘a pause’. It is a form of a writeup in which I analyse a particular movie scene which is very iconic and powerful. So, basically you pause and…

Select micro-stories : I

Microstories Lockdown diaries As he wiped the perspiration off his face behind the mask, windy breeze hit his face. Smells of the land filled his nose and his hearth with warmth, he could smell his mother making his favorite dessert. Finally, he had one reason to thank the pandemic. It had led to homecoming. 2….

Journey to the Dark

Today I visited the land of the dead,filled with all sorts of dejected souls.First I strolled in the town of lights,There I met hopeless romantics, still idealizing mortal love.I met the naturals, people who were fated to arrive here,and I met the shallows, whose cycle of life had an abrupt puncture.The shallows had an eerie…

Not so Digital…

If there is anything I wanted, at three in the morning.Apart from moist eyes and a numb mind,was to transport back in time.When love was simple.The love with elusive dimensions and perhaps, less validation.When the night was ecstatic to meet its moon, and patience was its energy.Love which was a subtle mellow.Love which was found…

Mental Health: A Hopeful Rant

So, I have been inactive for a long time now and I’m grateful for the two mails I got from people who follow my work, asking the reason for the same. Let’s face it. The whole world has witnessed the adversity of Covid-19 and the atrocities it has unleashed on people, mentally and physically. A…

The Lone Streetlight

The lone streetlightstands tall and mightyA pallbearer of the dark world that lies beneath. It was winter,A father sat beneath the streetlightHis son curled up in his arms, like a dry leaf ready to crumble.He didn’t need food as usual;Hope was the child’s dinner, as was guilt and shame for the father. It was spring,A…