- by Rahul Dandekar I was set on the trail of Lady Death by a sombre girl in her twenties, who sat in front of my dusty desk at dusk one early December afternoon as the sun shone feebly outside my Andheri office, and pleaded with me to track … More…
- by Rickmoy Samanta Long has paled that sunny sky Echoes fade and memories die, Autumn frosts have slain July In a wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by Dreaming as the summers die… -Lewis Carroll (Alice in wonderland) It was a beautiful summer evening and I … More…
- by Ronak Soni He rode the cacophony away from the field, to where his teammate had hit the ball. And he temperately fought against its push, so that his ride on the wave was smooth, and sure; so that he got his left hand under the ball and … More…
- by Ronak Soni The man sliding down the cliff face finally regained enough sensibility to drive his pick-axe into the ice; he needed to pee. “My various schizophrenias,” he thought, “they don’t exist.” He got a handhold and drove his pick-axe in a step higher. “They are merely … More…
- by Rahul Dandekar Canteen Moments with Kapil Dr. Ronak Dravid Contribution to special issue on Dr. Kapil Patkar, Journal of the Indian Physics Society —- “I really hate anecdotes,” he used to say at that time. “All these people with stuff happening to them, saying the right thing at … More…
Yes, a door… but not a simple one which You can open easily and get to the other side… but it has a small hole, which allows the passage of light, sound and time…
The ‘other side’?? What is there on the ‘other side’? More…
And, this is how the glass was shattered, to fill up the infinite silence. High above the mountains lived Réne, with a woman made up mostly of flesh and blood. There was a secret staircase of time that could lead to the room of innocence in the mountain. However, Réne really did not want to take the path for he had an indelible shadow. More…
The setting is a medium-sized room with a wooden cupboard, a writing desk with a laptop and quite a few papers and books lying on it, and a bed on which Rahul sleeps shiftily, uneasily. More…
It was Sunday. The wind blew swiftly through his hair, rummaging a few streaks while caressing a few others. He stood there on the edge of the high perch looking at the world he always looked down upon. How serene the surroundings and how tumultuous his heart! More…
Dear Mariyam,
I called you over for coffee to my place today at four in the evening, and yet here you are, I assume at the right time, given your punctuality, reading this note in my house, with the host absent. More…
Usually I am woken up from my deep late-morning slumber by the hunger pangs which strike at exactly 12:30, or whenever my messed-up biological clock thinks it’s 12:30. Not so today. There is some heavy firing going on in my own backyard, and it doesn’t let off for a whole damn minute. More…
Having a dentist as a friend can be intimidating on rare occasions. I learned this the hard way. I remember, back in high school, when I first read Ogden’s Nash’s poem, it sounded more humorous than it did seven days ago, when I was actually planning to get into his shoes. More…