The sound of the train fades away as I marvel at the little station. There isn’t a soul in sight, not even a stationmaster. A solitary mud road leads into the woods. I pick up my luggage and start walking. The sun has disappeared behind the western hills and an unnerving chill accompanies the twilight. I take …
Ten minutes of free writing. Okay… I’ve done this before. We had a humanities course in the first year of college, and the professor had asked us to do the same thing. I don’t remember what I had written then, but it must have been pretty lame. All such write-ups are lame anyway, I mean, unless …
I was sitting alone on my balcony, sipping my sixth beer, and almost at the verge of falling into a drunken sleep. It had been a particularly bad day. The glare of the moon hurt my eyes and the crickets sounded like a marching band; I felt myself slipping into a pit of despair and I couldn’t resist. I …
There used to be thousands of fireflies in the woods surrounding APC Roy Boys’ hostel. The area was mostly devoid of artificial light (the streetlights seldom worked), and all you could see on a warm summer night were the stars and the little glowing bugs. Fireflies are fascinating creatures. The male flies about, flashing his light. The female …
“Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all.” “You wrote that?” “I did.” She smiled at his desperation. He laughed at her innocence. For a moment, both were happy. #7dayswritingchallenge
The light in his eyes was not a mere reflection of the surroundings. His pupils burned with unwavering hope, insatiable desire, and infinite curiosity — an everlasting flame that originated deep within, from the very fabric of his soul. In the darkest and coldest of nights, I’d often find myself conversing with this remarkable boy and basking …
I had never seen anything like it. I found myself in the middle of a grassy meadow which stretched out till the horizon in all directions; the sky was an unearthly blue and a light breeze fanned my hair, carrying with it the sweet smell of honey-roasted bread. At some distance, a little girl was …
It was inevitable. All three of us realized it as soon as we found the documents. We hastened through the packed streets, sweating underneath our overalls in anticipation of what was about to happen. Timmy was undoing the apartment locks when Sid pulled out his gun and promptly shot him in the head. He then turned towards …
I found her sitting alone in the gentle snowfall, facing away. She wore a white woolen cap below which her black hair hung carelessly, speckled with tiny particles of snow. I could hear her muffled sobs in the silence. Unable to find my words, I sat down beside her. She wiped a tear and held out a mittened hand. …
“The room overflowed with the smell of posh liquor as glasses clicked for the fifth time. The soft music soared through their ears, melting whatever guilt or inhibitions they might have had. She was already drunk, her speech slurred, her dress disheveled. Her companion smiled at her and made pleasant conversation. And in a moment, …