The Marked Territory

She woke up feeling lost and her head hurt from previous night. It was just as much she could take. The pangs of pain on her bottom felt relatively easier to handle than the sharp stings she felt on the nape of her neck. He had been rough with her before but last night was …

Possessed

He gave her chills, scared the life out of her. He swerved and steered and controlled her being like no other. He tormented her, left bruises and made her heart wrench in pain. He would make her do things she didn’t even know existed. He could trace a single bead of sweat on her neck …

The Ghost

She looked out of the window. The Sun had not set as yet but the evening had already splashed the skies with a sharp violet tinge mixed with a fiery orange hue. The spring brought with it a strange breeze. The nights which were much cooler than the days mixed her thoughts into a heady …

The Vagabond

I walked a fair distance today, raking up leaves strewn all over yesteryears. The silent Sun bore my witness as I crossed the railway tracks one more time to search for the lanky vagabond who I had last met there nearly two decades ago. I knew I will still find him there because there was …

about

About Me

A writer by impulse, a recluse by instinct and an artist at heart is how I see myself. Living by the principles I believe in, I am straight forward to the extent of being blunt…

abstractions

My Abstractions

In the clamor of life, my writing comes to me as a solace. It pacifies me and tells me that I am still not dead. The thoughts are mainly abstract, as I write for my own gratification.

photography

Through The Lens

Photography as a hobby and working with photographs is something that I totally love. Proud to be associated with what can be said as the first Indian photo-walking group, I enjoy seeing the world through the lens. The collection of my photos clicked over the years are now available for printing. Get exclusive ownership rights …

The Karwachauth

‘The Karwachauth’ is 100% fiction for a change and is not even remotely connected to any part of me. This comes of as a surprise to people specially when I tell them that this festival is not celebrated in my family at all. However, the backdrop of the festival has an instrumental role to play in the plot of this story. Recommended…

नियति (Niyati)

I take the more formal Hindi route with this one. “मैं केवट मेरा इतना ही संग, तारूँ सरिता, पखारूँ पाँव”

शब को रोज़ (Shab Ko Roz)

Heard this song from ‘Tera Kya Hoga Johnny’ recently and it kind of stuck. The song ‘शब को रोज़ ‘ had a lot of potential. The original lyrics had the following four stanzas to it. I found them intriguing enough to add my own verse and have included my extension here. Read on…

What Money Can’t Buy

You must have heard of the concept of a black comedy or a satire. This one is more like a black romantic category. Don’t even ask me where and how I thought of the basic plot.

The Supreme Vice

This was done after a considerable gap and I personally thought I was a little rusty to experiment with noir genre again after a long gap. Edgy, dark and slightly nightmarish…

The Violet Spell

Short, real short. A linear thoughts described as briefly as possible. I guess being verbose than this would have diluted the emotion. Let me know if you agree.

देखता हूँ (Dekhtaa Hoon)

अधूरी तसवीरें जादू भरी होती हैं, नज़र मिले तो बे-रंग पटल पर सैंकड़ों कहानियाँ कह जाती हैं, नहीं तो प्रत्यक्ष से परे अपने भीतर सिमट जाती हैं. इन पंक्तियों में भी सिर्फ एक पल का सार है, गहन अभिव्यक्ति नहीं, कैनवास पर अनैच्छिक उभरी किसी रेखा की तरह, नज़र आये तो तस्वीर, नहीं तो महज लकीर…