“Every man is busy weaving his personal tapestry, its richness however depends upon his preferred centerpiece; some follow a dream, some succumb to compulsions, and some make honest attempts at creating a Mercurial Masterpiece…” Praveen
Two middle-aged men A and B, remembering their heydays, talking in a smoking room of the Delhi airport;they were to board the same flight, their cigarettes were similar, but their apparent psychology was not! Interestingly, one can easily give way to one’s inner state by way of simple exhalation of smoke;B seemed to be soaking …
Strange things happen when one goes to bed—anticipating rendezvous with unrealized dreams; from the forgotten past, sometimes dreary shadows are conjured upon, and sometimes one is dragged to the world—unseen… Big Bobby, who had been a proud multiple role player when in his prime, but surely wasn’t glad to be a run-down someone in his …
Someone has very rightly said:‘The first-hand experiences of a writer often become his treasured intellectual inventory; if he tells the truth, he doesn’t need a good memory to write a story!’ Well, this is a story of a ‘forty-year-old–wannabe’ who has always been fascinated by the notion of how a story unfolds; ever since his …
“Mom, why don’t we eat grass, when plenty grows there as food?” …and a concerned cub’s query gives a Mom a serious reason to brood…
“Mamaji, how far is ‘Mehetwara’ now?”Couldn’t dare to give the right answer, Mamaji wondered how to cater to the sought enlightenment; so, all that pensive man could come up with, in that tense moment, was one default acknowledgment: “Not too far, Deepu bete, we are nearly there.”Mamaji answered in a reserved yet reassuring tone; knowing …
