Category: Prose

Different

The summer couldn’t have announced a more unholy arrival. Ablaze crops had turned to dust. The little that spring brought was wasted under the blistering heat. Only the rats survived. They fed on the little that remained and then ate some more. A little town, that was dry and thirsty, stood in the periphery of […]

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The widow sipped rum

Thunder growled at a soft little town. The streets; its people; were at the mercy of bleak ebony skies. Horses and street hounds made themselves heard. But, their sounds were without an audience. Still more thunder and still more rain. A stallion, built to last such nights made its way down an empty street. Not […]

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A moment in Time

Note: The nature of this piece mirrors that of a writing experiment paired with a visual artwork of my choosing. Trigger warning: A vivid description of an intrusive thought that may be triggering to individuals overcoming or dealing with any and all forms of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. A fire ant is crawling down the back […]

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I will tell Mama!

That day didn’t seem to pass as quickly as I wished because memories are cruel and come back like a boomerang. No matter how far you throw them away, they find you back! And memories which are your worst nightmares are hard to get over with.  Not every day you are scared of people until […]

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The Caravan

There was once a caravan on the other side of the river. Surrounded by trees and puddles and sheltered under the raging sun. Smoke came out its chimney and continued to fill the sky until whatever was being cooked inside had filled dinner plates. It had arrived in the beginning of summer. It had not […]

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Home

It’s been a moment since he first laid eyes on, 31 College Drive. Back in time College Drive had all of 31 brick houses with humble lawns and the occasional poodle. A few hundred meters from TK road, College Drive was an army settlement. This was not by design. Retired generals of the past had […]

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Through Change

The sky was a shade of orange. This could be the doing of either dawn or dusk. Irrespective, it wasn’t going to last for too long. But, it was dawn. The start of something old. Like the day before, it welcomed dew on the freshly mowed grass, carried the same summer breeze and hosted the […]

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