Fiction

Unfulfilled Desires

She is like an ocean. Sometimes it is calm, at others it is very violent. Its waves can smash the to bits ships riding on it. During tides, it brings invaluable bounties to the shores. Sometimes the waves splash against the shore and empty their anger against the shore. But one thing is there that is constant, the undercurrents, the storms and streams running unnoticed beneath all this in the deep. She has many unfulfilled desires. Her desires from the youth has not been doused. Passion lies latent like the molten Lava inside the folds of earth which when bursts… Read More »Unfulfilled Desires

What to Write?

I still find myself floundering. Still not settled at new place. So little time is left. Due to this my literary urge has been suppressed these days. This is the reason, I have not written anything worthwhile since many days. What to write? is the question. My mind seems to have run out of ideas and observations. I feel that everything around us is a mirage, it is not reality, it is Maya. Those whom you thought were close to you have been found wanting. What is the reality nobody knows. I feel that we are caught is the web… Read More »What to Write?

My Mind Still Yearns

Every object here looks dull and drab. Dust seems to be creeping everywhere stealthily, slowly and steadily enveloping every object with layers. It sits on leaves of trees where it becomes so thick that it begins to drizzle when leaves are shaken by the wind. It crosses the windows of houses and sits on chairs, tables, clothes and utensils.There is no escape from it. It is all pervading like God almighty. It has flown above the soil surface and hangs day and night in the sky. It hangs above the surface along with the fog in the morning. Winds cannot… Read More »My Mind Still Yearns

Expressions trapped inside

Faculty of speech is the important trait of humans. When a newborn comes into the world, it announces itself by crying loudly. As it begins to grow under the constant vigil of its mother, it continuously makes unconscious efforts to speak. Parents are highly conscious about when their child will start speaking. Mothers joy know no bounds when it utters the first coherent word which is usually mom. Other living beings have been incapable of large coherent repertoire of speech and instead rely on the use of other faculties to communicate to one another. It has taken the humans on… Read More »Expressions trapped inside

Degrading Standards in publishing

The story goes like this. It shows how the publishers go ahead with publishing the work of authors. The Name sells. A literary fan and writer Serge Volle has conducted a damning experiment. He sent fifty pages of French author Claude Simon’s 1962 novel ‘The Palace’, set during the Spanish civil war, to nineteen French publishers touting it as fresh material to be considered for publication.  The submission was rejected by 12 publishers outrighly, while seven never replied despite the fact that Simon won the Nobel prize for literature in 1985. One editor claimed in a rejection letter that the… Read More »Degrading Standards in publishing

Change is not always for the better

It is generally said that change is always for the better. It is a general statement and hence may not be always true or valid for all changes. Sometimes change can disturb your balance with the nature and people and can result in problems and makes you repent your decisions. For example, the weather at the new place may not suit you and you shall not feel in good spirits. Your morale can go down. Sometimes, the people at new place may not turn out to be of your liking and you will feel cut off and isolated like a… Read More »Change is not always for the better

Observing the Nature

How often do we leisurely watch the nature around us? General answer will be not often. Do we sit out in the evening and watch the sun going down, its glow becoming golden, and shadows lengthening and blinking through the chinks in the trees? Do we watch the groups of birds flying towards their homes after spending their day in a far off place where the food is available to forage? Why, in the first place, they don’t make their resting places near the food. May be the supply is not available at one place throughout the year and their… Read More »Observing the Nature

She

I could make out from the tone on phone that she was trying to avoid me. Already she had made up her mind to leave the office and was reluctant from her tone to welcome me. She told me that she is busy in some meeting and so will not be able to meet me in the office. The fact is that she does not want to meet me in the person. She comes many times to our office and spends time with her female friends-if they can be called so, because these women does not want to condenscend and… Read More »She

Opportunity Lost

I feel like a ship floundering against the rocks. I feel that life has passed by and I stood standing watching it going by. I didn’t take the situation seriously. I was reluctant to make any efforts to turn the tide. By the time, I came to senses, everything was lost. The sparrows of time have eaten all the seeds in the field. Now standing like a vanquished soldier, I am ruing my fate. Why did not I wake up when the grass was green? When there was ample time to try again and again to improvise. No I am… Read More »Opportunity Lost

At Least,Let Me Try

Let me go wayward. Let me become lost. Let me forget the path which is known to all and has become very much the part of the life. It affords nothing new, there is no curiosity and excitement walking it. Let me take the path which as Robert Frost said is the path less trodden. The woods may have become denser still like a green solid wall. Under bush may be feeling throttled by giants in seeking the elixir of life that is sun. May be I will be able to carve out a new path instead of beating the… Read More »At Least,Let Me Try