Seppuku

The boy is a suicidal bully. Who bullied by day and planned death by night. The gate keeper of hell dropped by often. The boy, sixteen. The keeper, timeless. The gate keeper of heaven couldn’t drop by. He was depressed, and heavily sedated. The keeper of hell played Sitar pretty well. He seemed satiated enough….

All Our Yesterdays

                   A punctured soul is coughing through the winter of December 24th, 2019. There is nothing unusual about that. If you have a soul, it is bound to be punctured. But what makes this particular one to stand out is how he whistled listening to his own death. Even the ones committing suicide don’t…

BabaSaheb

This sadness, at the core of it, is a howling night on a desert. You walk and the sand doesn’t mark your footprints. The dunes surge and shatter with the wind. The moon hangs in the sky like an eerie silence. The moon in front of me, though, isn’t in an eerie silence. He is…

A Thousand Cuts

                                                                     That day I could hear me breathe. People were swirling all around me in the smell of rosewater, incense, and aatar. And they were talking to me, and not talking to me. They were staring at me, and trying not to stare at me. -Tonny! I looked up. It’s someone I should know. I…

A Suicide

I woke up yesterday wanting to die. I never knew you could wake up like that. It felt, like a forbidden mantra, it was given to me in my sleep. Like some age old witch with eyes sucked in the wrinkles of her face gave it to me. As if when I sleep my body…

Cafe Moonlight

Her hair was flying wildly. Like they  were the branches and leaves of a storm-ridden-camphor tree. He felt like a wandering tourist who stumbled upon an unknown town, decided to stay the afternoon, and sipping bitter coffee behind the glass window of a run-down café suddenly was exposed to that camphor tree. He kept looking…