
The Crimson Abyss
In the days that followed, we seemingly went back to normal. Isn’t it remarkable, the diversity and the relativity in the definition of normal. The true meaning only seen in the eyes of the b…
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The Love Song Of The Apsaras
Athena was a flower, like none other. For most flowers plead to be noticed by blooming scarcely and putting on vibrant tableaus. But not her. She was a plumeria. Pure as the white that coloured her…
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The Macabre Tide
Death strikes without warning, snatching away everything like a merciless plunderer leaving you empty handed in the blink of an eye. For Penny, it stole the opportunity to leave. In her convoluted …
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Lost in the smoke
It was a sunny day. I had consumed a scrumptious lunch and walked up to the terrace to have my customary post meal cigarette. Penny and I doted each other that we’d take every opportunity to …
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Ephemeral Paradise
Photo by Engin Akyurt What followed was an overture of experiences. Penny and I weren’t in the shadows any more. While the puritanical cages built by society tried to contain us, we were libe…
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Serendipity
Till date I don’t understand what is the mechanics behind connections that I make. Seemingly random events, acts or triggers that lead to something meaningful. What is it inside of us that makes us…
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Burning Desires
It was my birthday. It had always been an arbitrary day for me. It was nearly one score that no one had made an attempt to make that day about me. Let alone a grandiose gesture, it was always plagu…
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Finding Shelter
What ensued in the next four weeks was nothing short of an enthralling whirlwind. Penny broke into my heart like a hot knife through butter. She was drawn to me like a duck to water. It was want ra…
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Fractured Souls, Healed Hearts
After that night the touch of Penny’s lips lingered on mine in perpetuity. I could taste her tongue. I could feel the warmth of her skin. To this day I cannot explain the kind of cosmic connection …
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Brothers In Arms
An ode to a brother Two mugs of beer stood emptied and dry. You couldn’t tell if it was an hour, a day or a decade cause when they got refilled it felt like there was no break in the continuum. Wha…
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