cause, not death
“It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr”- Napoleon Bonaparte.
Month: January 2017
Perchance to dream
“To sleep, perchance to dream.”
And he dreams on. In his dreams he is born with a new face, lives a different life and dreams a different dream…
CPR
Push 15 times then 2 breaths… The monitor by his head was showing a beat every time I pushed; the frail zigzag line of his heartbeat…
Rudraksha, Bilvapatra and Camphor Flame
Purohit woke up at dawn and quietly went outside. He took with himself the white Khadi he wore for puja and went to the river…
One Rainy Evening
When I got out on the road the sky was already in the process of hiding behind the veil. The wind hadn’t started yet. A premature twilight was falling. I walked hard and tried not to fall in any open manhole or drain in the gloom. This alley I was in was one of the …
All the houses I grew up in (04/01/17)
I grew up in a small town. Not a City, a Town. Even now, it is a small town and will always remain a small town. You can say that by looking at this place. It’s more populated now, more traffic on the roads. I lived through my childhood in this town. When I remember those days I can distinctly divide them into three sets of images
Screenplay of memory (01/01/17)
We were planning on changing our house. So we went to check out a house near my kindergarten school. Me and my parents. It was a sunny day, kind of day one usually remembers from ones childhood but never finds one in the calendars of adult life. Golden rays of morning sun penetrated through green canopy of huge trees. The house stood by a huge pond. My impossible house.
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