When the lights were switched off, Jamnesht woke up. He peeled the bedsheet off his body and slowly got to his feet. He must be careful to not make noise. The others were still awake, only just getting into bed. He stood for a few minutes near his bed, keening his ears to pick up… Continue reading The Cue
Where does a good story take birth? And when? Conflict, bruises and pain, people say, are its parents. But imagination is a good parent, too. Writers and poets can be as young as 25 – good, great writers and poets. Is there some innate talent that cannot be aped by or instilled in others? Probably.… Continue reading How Are Good Stories Born?
He was an odd man. Contradictions were marked on his body just as they delineated his character. He was at least six feet tall and endowed with a good physique and a swarthy if pockmarked face. Machismo exuded from his person in a controlled manner. But it was his voice that faltered fatally – it… Continue reading The Odd Man
Perhaps there exists two moments in our time on earth that are so alike, that one could be exchanged for another.