Every morning,I have to travel Physically, emotionally, methaphorically. Glance through the bus window , through the looking glass. I look into the strange past, Stranger future; being certainly uncertain. Sometimes a tickle of emotions, On few days, a fickle jubilance. Like a dreamer I dream, of the rocky bank of a river. Running my hand …
[Short Story] Things we do (Part 2)
"What the hell Kabir! " I burst out in anger. "I thought you knew the way. It's been an hour since we are driving around this forested road. Do you really know the way to that pork place?" I questioned. "Dude, it's near a tribal Bodo village. But it's somewhere nearby for sure. I remember …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry- 3] “If I can, I will”
If I can escape this morbidity of mind, I will flee to the mountains of creativity, drench under the shower of zest, till salvation can find. If I can surrender from this race, I will catch my breathe of life, spectate and not partake, end the fear of failure, that I face. If …
[NaPoWriMo Poetry-1] “Aita (Grandma)”
When I was born, she was there with me. When she died, I wasn't. When I spoke the first time, she was there with me. When she spoke the last time, I wasn't. When I found the strength to walk, she was there with me. When she lost her strength to walk, I …