Jas sighed. Another black car zoomed past his, on the relatively empty motorway. It was already past midnight.
There was a lot going on his mind. He had lost the sense of time. Justifiably, for he was in a race with time itself in his mind.
The solitary moon was slowly hiding behind a dark cloud. He could see the cloud gaining strength. Read More
The journey I started some three months back is still what I call just the beginning. Not sure where it would lead me, if at all it would lead me anywhere. But this is the story I felt, saw and almost lived on a rainy afternoon, sitting at my office desk staring at a blank computer screen.
Yes, it is the story I wanted to share with you all, my first-ever short novel/novella, titled “The Fifth Palmtree”.
“Open wide please.”
Reluctantly I let open, my pink fleshy insides all exposed. I knew it would be painful, I knew it would hurt. But he was the only man I could trust. Read More
I forgot how long I was floating in the air. I was in that space, where the laws of relativity didn’t apply. I had yet to learn to manage my schedule according to clockwork.
For in space, everything is limitless. Peace of mind, joys of heart. What I didn’t know in this magical space that I was now a part of, also held some dark mysteries that lurked beneath the calm serene surface. Read More
She was beautiful. She was young. And she was alone.
She was everything that could go wrong on a deserted bus stop in New Delhi, in the dark of the night. Read More