Trina gifted a book to Himu, when they met for the last time. The book was 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. On the first page of the book Trina inscribed “toke dilam eksho bacharer ekakityo” (Gifting you a hundred years of loneliness/solitude). Himu looked at the inscription and asked ‘Is this a … Continue reading Suns and Lovers
Matthew Mckinsey was eagerly waiting for his death. He was neither a convict on a death row nor a terminally ill patient yet he was awaiting death. Well anyway, convicts and patients do not await death rather death await them. Matthew Mckinsey had invented a new potion, an elixir of sort; in his secret science … Continue reading A Death so Awaited!!
This is one amazing story I read in recent times. So had to reblog.
Freddie Mercury sipped his Ricker bourbon. The black sun’s purplish halo cast eerie obscurities all over the empty space. He set his spaceship, The Astro-logger, to a crawl using the ‘explore mode’ auto-pilot feature. Rechecking all the controls and meters and finding the readings satisfactory, Freddie climbed to the upper deck to gaze into the nothingness.
He connected his ancient iPhone 97 to the deck’s stereo system and selected a song and clicked play. Kurt Cobain’s mournful voice filled the space.
“… I searched for form and land
For years and years, I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
At all the millions here
I must have died alone
A long, long time ago…”
Freddie could relate to these words. After all, to his knowledge, he was the only living being in almost all 235 discovered galaxies. Eons ago he was exposed to a Magnaron radiation which had stopped his…
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Dear Aisha, I know saying sorry is not enough. Yet, I would like to say sorry and mean it too. I know you hate me. I would have hated myself too, if I had been in your position, but believe me my intentions were not to hurt you. I was young and naive. I never … Continue reading Dear Aisha- #LetterToHer
For the fifth day of Bar-A-Thon I have decided not to write another short story but an anecdote from my experience. This was a recent incident, where I encountered a sexist Lord of the files in the form of a passport officer, while applying for my minor son’s passport. A little flashback: I decided not … Continue reading Lord of the Files
Jahanara ran her fingers through Rumi’s clothes. It was more than two months that she had not heard anything from him. She had expected that he would return soon after independence however it was almost two weeks since independence and yet no news of him. She started folding his clothes, and before folding, she smelt … Continue reading War and Pieces
‘Why can’t we take the flight instead of ship to go to Andaman?’ asked Trina. ‘Because I want to follow the path of my grandfather’ replied her mom. ‘Your grandfather was sent on a prisoner’s ship but this is a luxury cruise’ said Trina. ‘Yes but the path is same. I want to identify with … Continue reading Ship to Andaman