If I were invisible for a day…

I saw the title, blinked my eyes. I have an article to pen, A topic on which to write And…I am clueless on what I would do Were I to be invisible for a day, maybe two. I think of my fantasies; Do any of them require my invisibility? Apparently not. I then get my…

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Conversations with Myself

‘Conversations with Myself’ is a misleading title.  It presents the impression of a dialogue. There is an outer self, that sends the message. And there is an inner self, that receives and responds. Wonderfully linear. Except that it’s a horribly complicated quadratic equation, in truth. A conversation with myself really means a conversation with my…

The Storyteller

Once upon a time, stories used to begin with the words “Once Upon A Time”. There lived a storyteller then who lived under the banyan tree that grew on the village square. His stories could hold the audience together for hours and move them from tears to laughter in the blink of an eye. Times…

An art lover’s duty

A lot of blame is usually thrown around when we talk about the decline in quality of art over generations, and a huge chunk of that blame goes towards capitalism. Materialism is ruining the industry, they say. What else can we expect when everything is ruled by money? The talented artists seem eager to compromise…

Will I embrace the rains?

I look at the streets, covered with blood, Stinking of stories, of hate and anger, I steer ahead, without a blink mere, For I have my own ‘problems’ to fear.   These urchins stand, in their rugged clothes, colored balloons but their future black, I slide up the window, with a slight sneer, For I…