A Burst of Darkness

Light. Dark. Isn't it absurd how people associate light with life and beauty and clarity? To me light seems to be a mirage in a desert of darkness. Light simply does not exist no matter how much we want it to, but we still look for it. We look for it and we then assume … Continue reading A Burst of Darkness

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Footprints in the Sand

BY ANITHA CHAKRAVARTHY The sea could not touch her little feet, as she hopped back every time making it impossible for it to touch her. Her smile broadened every time she disappointed the wave. She chuckled in happiness about the little victory of her’s. The sea tried harder and harder only to fail every single … Continue reading Footprints in the Sand

The Devil Itself

It was a moonless eerie night. The trees were whispering among themselves. The habitants, however, held their breath- they could feel it, smell it- the Devil had come once again. It always arrived with the stink of metal, grease and sweat. If one sticks out their tongue into the cool night air, they can taste … Continue reading The Devil Itself

Stranded on an Island

"Okay. So, last question. Who are you?" "I'm Rekha Panni from Bangalore and-" "No," said the interviewer. "What I meant was, who are you as a person?" "Oh. I'm a housewife with 2 beautiful children and-" The interviewer smiled and my voice dwindled to a halt. "I'm sorry," he said. "I guess my question was … Continue reading Stranded on an Island

Introverted

Every person goes through four stages in life- the innocent, easy childhood; the rebellious, moody teenage years; the always-tired, just-trying-to-earn-some-money adulthood; and the retired, grumpy old age. Though I am only seventeen, I seemed to have skipped the teenage part but fastforwarded into mature adulthood. When my friends sit by and watch cheesy sitcoms or … Continue reading Introverted

Finally free. Finally home.

A patchwork of greens. The smell of lemongrass and raw leaves and rough bark and wet mud wafted as we rode the crude path. Up and down the jeep went, tilting this way and that. A solitary tree jutted out of the green sea. White froth shielded the far horizon, shielding the sky and the … Continue reading Finally free. Finally home.

The Potrait of a Mother

She is magnificent. Her eyes always seem to twinkle with humour and amusement. The corner of her lips are always turned up, as though smiling twenty-four hours a day is the most natural thing in the world. Never once have I heard her complain, or whine, or lose her temper. Her infinite patience is only … Continue reading The Potrait of a Mother

Overcoming writer’s block

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything. The busy schedule of everyday life- which mainly involved swimming, sleeping and binge watching TV shows, gave me a little less than no time to pursue my passion. It’s funny how sometimes you forget about what you wanted to do, while fulfilling lesser interests. Almost a … Continue reading Overcoming writer’s block