I have been at this for a long long time. I owe Cheryl an apology for sitting on this. I sat on this for so long that I'm sure she began doubting if I'll ever get to the day when I actually post this. A little more than a year ago I contacted her on … Continue reading Interview with a Writer – Part One
There was a boy of 19 who fancied a girl in his class. In his eyes there wasn’t another prettier face in the whole college. At least, not the attainable pretty. The beauties were abound, but they lived in a wholly different universe. They spoke only oily English and their Hindi was such that they … Continue reading Quote 12: Muhammad Ali
Oh. It's you. I was expecting someone else. Why don't you walk a little Away from me? I am a little claustrophobic, You see. I can't breath when I sense sweaty armpits Around me. It's ok, I love that You work hard for Your kids. I respect that. But, just a little further away, Please. … Continue reading Oh. It’s you.
I pulled the trigger and click. I was convinced I was dead. The pistol was now empty and I had no reason to believe otherwise. Flinging it away, ensuring it carefully landed on the couch, I sat back and thought of the life that I had lived; was it worth thinking about? Maybe it was. … Continue reading Smoky thoughts