Fiction

Chaotic Connection

August 26, 2023

My mind is playing visual charades. Not a single visual I remember, such is the haste of the chaos. I want to pause the chaos, slow it down, let it linger in my mind so that I can savor those visuals, because somewhere deep I know, that those visuals are mine. Each is full of craving, guilt, angst, love, passion, dreams, longing, revenge, ego, past, smiles, hesitance, and regret.

Fiction, The Oak Desk

Let’s Escape

December 19, 2022

Just leave work for a day. Onto a world unknown. We will reach there sweetheart. The car will find a way. Smelling the air. Catching the sunset. Reaching for the descending clouds.

Fiction, The Oak Desk

Callous: A Fiction

September 22, 2022

Fate is a funny thing. When you try to make your own destiny, serendipity does help, apart from your determination and nerve. But when things start moving away from your clutch, everything start crumbling. Murphy’s law, right? Nope. Fate.

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Fiction: I feel lonely with you

June 26, 2022

There was not an iota of me in me. Me was rogered. I was sandpapered into a million desires that screamed of just you. You were everywhere. Eyes saw you, palm felt you, eyes drank you, palm ravened you, eyes savoured you, palm clinched you. You always knew my cravings were not short-lived. And you tempted me all the more.

Fiction, The Oak Desk

Fiction: I Love Delhi

April 4, 2022

This was written about 16 years back (2006) for a newspaper competition whose theme was – I Love Delhi. I had always been infatuated with Delhi – its history, culture, architecture, hidden gems, people, the diversity, underbelly, food and the confluence of many worlds that resided inside.

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Flash Fiction: Logic & Madness

February 7, 2022

The night is ripe. The love between us is ripe. We are consumed by love. Wasted. Consumed. Wasted. We are heading towards neverland. We are discovering our own world. Paradise. Neverland. Paradise.

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I Can See The Maggot

October 31, 2021

I can see the maggot. It is creepy. Creeping in. Yes, not very far. Just a glance away. Peddling into my territory. My heart. There is an ache.

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Watch it, Bai.

January 24, 2018

She sat hunched on her knees, eyes bereft of remorse yet welled up, occasional hiccups bringing a kind of comic relief in that tense moment. She was accused of theft, a grave offense given that maids are supposed to be loyal to the core.