The wind….

Something was amiss. It wasnt a normal day. One could be forgiven if they had assumed that he had his own fog around him. The only indication to the contrary was the omnipresent smell of nicotine that hung around him, thick and humid. Nothing, not even the litter of filters could help him clear his…

C’est la vie

As the multitudes of houseboats drifted by, their sizes vast and varied, one small plank of wood bobbed along, absolutely dwarfed by the monstrosities around it. Unfazed by the “tourists”, nibbling away at their designer breakfast in their comfortable floating rooms, staring out into the open waters, their eyes protected by expensive shades, one man…

The “avenue”…

The wide expanse of water, lined with tall palms on either side, swaying gracefully with the wind, the gentle waves lapping at the sides of the boat, rocking it ever so gently. The houseboats drifted by the “water avenues”, the staccato of their motor clattering into the otherwise still calm of the humid air. The…

… the day …

His thumb felt sore… The mild drizzle wasnt helping. The thumb kept slipping, and the grooves dug in deeper, into the well defined rut in the thumb. The ratchet clicked, but to no avail. The wick was moist. And it just wouldn’t light. Dammit…. Even the lighter was messing with him. It teased him with…

The short two hour hop from the stopover took us over a white blanket interspersed with tiny red toy houses with sea of conifers behind. The bleak grey landscape

It was the norm… a few quiet chats and the comforting embrace of the quiet room on a balmy summer night. With each passing moment, the trepidation always rose. This despite knowing that there would barely be a handful. Not changing once in the past years, this one was no different. With every passing Buzz…

sun rise…

They say, even the darkest night shall be followed by a bright morning. Such a cliched statement…. especially for someone whose early morning is well past 8 am. But on the rare occasion that one does get to see the “actual” sunrise, it is indeed spell binding. The amber light that encompasses all beings, somehow…

The dawn…..

It was a crisp morning, quite different from a thousand other before this one. For, on this day, something was different, the sun was still cuddling with the waves… An unusual hour to be up, for him. Today, was different, also because he was at the cusp of something that petrified his soul, for it…

trapped……..

Looking up, he saw a piece of art, art in a cubical shape, with what seemed to be an interesting texture to touch.. the long metal ropes, their tenacity intrigued him, got him to wonder how many twists of the metal ropes wound in tight, how many metal strands must be keeping it in place,…

Faded colors???

The colors looked different. Was the red more vibrant? The turquoise blue even more tantalising? Maybe, they were. The place, a quaint little cafe right in the heart of the city and yet, so far removed from reality was no more. If that wasn’t enough, the ocean of books all around promised anyone that entered…

Childhood…

Wish there was a rewind switch in life… something to help us go back to the one time so full of innocence and totally devoid of malice… Childhood..