End Of A Nightmare (Novel) Chapter 2

The day was as boring as any other. She had gone out to buy some necessities for her ailing father-in-law. The words ‘Department Stores’ had pressed against her vision as a vision block. There was something strange in the name –board, which she had not noticed hitherto. A single letter space left blank between ‘depart’ and ‘ment’, as if signaling her to enter inside and depart from her mental problems. She did not make out the meaning deliberately, but it wafted through her mind, like the cool breeze from an…

End Of A Nightmare (Novel): Krishna

THINK OF LIFE AS CRUEL AND IT WILL RETALIATE CRUELLLY. THINK OF IT AS REASONABLE AND IT WILL RECIPROCATE AS REASONABLE. THINK OF IT AS SIMPLE AND IT WILL RESPOND AS SIMPLICITY. THINK OF IT AS A DIVINE BLESSING AND IT WILL REVEAL ITSELF AS BLISS ETERNAL. “I would like to meet the captain”, said Anitha. No response. Aravind sprawled with eyes closed. Like a dead lizard. A burning cigarette dangled between his lips like a red-hot firefly. “Are you hearing me, you Ribbie? She poked at his ribcage. She…

Thorns Cannot Hurt Flowers (Story): Krishna

I was never interested in reading newspapers. It was rather an unavoidable luxury to me. I found no need to read it. My reading or knowing will not stop the terrorist attacks or accidents. And about the shouts, speeches and declarations of the politicians, less said the better, because, shouts or declarations will not bring a remedy or relief to any problem. And if they do something, it is not necessary to read a newspaper to know the effect, if it concerns me. Yet, to buy a newspaper was unavoidable,…

Madam Strange (Story)

When my landlady said that the adjacent room has been let out to a new party, I became eager to meet them. In the evening, I met them. My landlady had said that they are from Trichy. Even before meeting them, I had assumed that they too would be poor, illiterate people, like those around the neighborhood. The husband worked in a cycle shop in the town. A tender smile was always there on his lips and as if not willing to disturb it, he spoke very little. So, after…

WE SHARE A SPECIAL BOND ! (A True Story); Anish

It happened a few summers ago. I was working in the back yard of my house, and felt the presence of something watching me. I looked up towards the edge , and saw a mysterious gray wild cat watching me with her yellow eyes. There are many wild cats around our house, but we rarely get a good look at them as they typically run away at the sight of a human. The thought that crossed my mind initially was that – “this is the cat that hurt a dove…