Glasses swirled. The Old monk rested. Mixed with Soda and ice cubes,
it waited patiently for its date with his senses. It wouldn’t be long.
Fingers were busy. It was not every day that they found themselves
handling a cigarette with clichéd style. Half done, thought the brain,
unaware that the real deal was to come from the last two puffs. It was
a day of surprises. Surprise for the body and for the mind, both of
which stood powerless, watching as he plunged into stimulation – for
the first time.
Gaurang smiled. He felt like a consultant …

Long hair, Bharatanatyam, feminism, cooking. Kohl in her eyes and a cake for every birthday in the family. Shopping for hand-woven sarees and carnations for her living room. She loved being a woman.
But when it happened for the third time, she hoped she’d give birth to a boy.
Seventeen years ago, when she lost her aunt, she was too young to understand what it meant to hate a disease. She missed her aunt but didn’t question her going away. Fifteen years later, as she watched her mother being wheeled into the …

(Please read the Prelude & Intent before reading the content. I also
recommend that the reader reads it as slowly as possible, interpreting
the gravity of each word)

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The Beginning of Time.
Energy & Space & Light. Not Born yet.
Being. Unborn.

Split.

Inarticulate white sands mush with their feet. Their bodies are in
definitive. Not formed fully. Shapes are unclear. Eyes are unformed.
Moments from the first Sunrise. They face each other. Standing. Naked.

Distance exists. They move towards each other, without effort. They
see without light. Their undistracted vision merges into each other.
Distance recedes. …

Akash’s diary
January 01, 2010
I woke up wishing I was dead. If dreams come true then why am I not an actor? I dream that I win awards, I’m a star and I’m married to the superstar Antariksha. And then I wake up.
My current job is so unglamorous, it’s ironical. I’m an accountant. Accounting has set rules; certain items can only be debited. If an amount meant to be debited is credited, the account won’t balance. But once everything balances, I can go home knowing that everything is in order. Except …

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“Do you speak Spanish?”  Christina, the nursing home administrator asked at the end of the interview, as I was applying for a position as a social worker
“Yes, I do. That’s my native language.” I proudly replied.
“Great! We need help with a Hispanic resident. No one speaks Spanish here, and we have problems communicating with him.”
The exciting news was not only being offered the job, but also the mission of assisting José, the Hispanic resident.
Someone I can speak to in my native language, I mused.
I met José, a thin man in …

Rita knew that it was high time she had a serious word with Vicky. He had been returning every other day with interesting antiques.
So while having dinner, she asked Vicky about it. “Vicks, where do you get these antiques from? They seem expensive. It must be costing you a fortune.”
“It doesn’t cost me anything. Six months back, I came across this antique shop. The owner Jack seemed excited to see my interest in antiques. I like him cause he’s my treasure trove,” said Vicky.
“Why doesn’t he charge you,” Rita asked. …

Summer vacation had been half way through by now. Just another month and all surrounding hills of their town would be desolate again. With all campgrounds empty, life would be boring again for 18-year old Ron.
So, Ron had just persuaded Erin to take a stroll into the Fairyvalley. Erin was only 15, but there was something about her. He couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but it was something mysterious. They were just chatting a bit when they took the path towards the valley. Erin found the situation quite exciting. She felt …

Ten year old Christina is again in a fight with a boy. He is winning hands down but then an unabated kick from Christina between the legs ends the fight instantly. She decides to go back home but not before making her daily stop to the mall, to stare at the little Guitar with a $25 price tag. Upon reaching home she peeps into her Brother James’s room. He was not in, but his personal diary was. She picks it up and opens the bookmarked page when James whacks her …

Rebecca’s first year of life was spent in the doting arms of her paternal grandparents as I went back to work.  How many pictures of Rebecca with her papaw playing, cooing, and smiling from ear to ear on his lap are immeasurable.  She talked more about her papaw than anybody else, he even taught her how to write her name when she got older.
When Rebecca was 4, at a family reunion, some cousins fiddling everything bluegrass introduced her to the violin and the music.  Soon she was mastering her own …

It was 4 am of the Sunday morning when our eyes opened. Delhi’s air is freshest at this time. The only Homo sapiens we could see other than five of us were newspaper vendors. Every vendor who crossed us gave us a very strange gaze. It took me about 15 minutes to reboot and refresh my senses to realize that I have been lying down unconsciously on footpath with my friends Gaurav, Ashu, Peeyush and Abhijeet. It seemed that we were badly beaten – kicked, punched and stamped before somebody …

“Ahh! No sky diving event please”, I said timidly to Peeyush. He asked me “What happened Raghav? We will be just watching it, not doing it.”
I said in exasperation – “Whatever, I am not interested”. I gave every possible reason not to go there, after all, how could I have told  them about the dream last night… they would have made  fun of me.
But the discussion continued while we stood in punishment. Then all of a sudden, Ashu interrupted in-between and said… “I have done rafting once and want to …

And everyday after Sam was a funeral. I woke only to weep. I mourned in the darkness of my tiny bedroom. Occasionally I would light a single, dusty candle and plead with a nameless, faceless god. JUST MAKE IT STOP! I was determined to hold vigil there endlessly unless he and I were united again. Or else I would grieve myself to death. My soul is torn in half why should my body not suffer as much! I shall not leave this room again!
At some point I completely disconnected. I …

Anu woke up and kept her eyes closed for some more time, it was quite early she knew. This was the best part of the day when the house was quiet and there was only the hum of the air conditioning and the gentle snoring of Ragav, her husband next to her. She thought of the day ahead, nothing very special to do she decided. Just another ordinary, routine boring day. There was a meeting in one of the ladies’ organizations she belonged to at 10.00 A.M. I may not …

So this was the big old house that Sandhya had heard of so often from her childhood. Her father and her widowed aunt had already given her a good idea of how big the house was but even then she could not contain her awe. It extended across three streets. The front entrance, low and ornate and made of Burma teak stood next door to the roofless Shiva temple. The backdoor opened to the highway the third road from the front door. She had been too young to remember this …