An Eye on the Gold

The Sky is wild, all thunder and rumbling, The Waters are turbulent, with waves crashing and tumbling. The Mighty Sun is set to scorch and sizzle, For the Greatest Show on Earth is bound to dazzle (everyone). Take cue from these portent signs from the Gods, For Zeus, Poseidon and Apollo are no mean sods. […]

The ‘Not so’ Old Man and the Sea

The following story has been published at Your Story Club. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean- roll! Ten Thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin- his control Stops with the shore. Lord Byron Unfathomable, deep, dark, turbulent, mighty, raw, intense, awe-inspiring, stone-crushing, foam spraying, pouting, gathering forces, […]

My 100th Post

‘Space- the final frontier…These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five years mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.’ –Introduction to Star Trek (television series) 1966 onwards, by Gene Roddenberry Hello readers, Many of […]

Dead Beyond Imagination

Ha, maybe you would say that death is not a quantifiable thing, nor can it be written in the form of degrees (dead, deader, deadest). So it may be a little hard for you to digest ‘Dead beyond Imagination’. But you see- I fit the bill. I am 100% dead- so dead that even heaven […]

When the God plays Dice

This has been my only published work!!! Of course I am proud of it…

The Five Hundred Words Limit

This was one of those angry retorts that I sent to one of the publishers as I crossed my word limit!!!!! But don’t you worry, I am no stalker!!!!!!!

Mumbai Moods

It was four in the morning and a bloody cold at that. I dug my hands deep into the pockets while I watched my friend Ronak gazing out into the night through the open portal of a railway window. Cold air swept in but I think it did not bother him, though I was freezing. […]

Obsession

For me, Harry Potter is not just a passing frenzy, it’s an obsession. Herein lies the original manuscript of my own version of HP7, which I wrote in 8th standard. Hope you like it…

Shor in the City

I squinted at the pigeon. There it was squatting on the tilted tube light in our classroom (the reason of the tilt partly being its guano dumped at one of the corners) feeding its baby in the nest, it had created a place so niche that it had survived all the hazardous conditions out there […]