It’s the same room.  The table fan and bookshelf are replaced by contemporary versions. The bookshelf is a wall-unit in W shape with few lightweight books and three soft toys. “Who reads anyway?” My uncle says sheepishly. Yet, vellichor makes me feel my late grandfather’s presence there. (48 words)

Darkest hours She constantly brushes against invisible shadows. She develops physical symptoms to eliminate toxicity, but nobody believes that the shadows are real. She watches their fireside chats passing judgement on people they don’t know, and who won’t acknowledge their existence. She hears them giving advice nobody wants to hear. She ridicules posturing as jailors, with … Continue reading Darkest hours


I moved the whole caboodle to a new premise yet bits and pieces lie scattered on deserted floors broken glass with stains of blood sticky particles that defy definition neither carbon or oxygen they just obstruct respiration when I breathe free in my dreams unpacked caboodles release unknown devils strategies to deal with the unfamiliar … Continue reading Caboodles

Shadow Work

She is happy being alone. She is busy with shadow work. Facing her hidden triggers, her demons every day, and not blaming them for being bad….. They are real. They are her. She brings them out in the open without waiting for a trigger. It’s her life. It’s her portmanteau. Two sides struggling to unite … Continue reading Shadow Work

Find a new dream somewhere

Why don't you bury those ramshackle dreams?You've come a long, long way from thereBurn all bridges, just charge ahead full steamIt doesn't matter if you know not where You've come a long, long way from thereDon't let those chains shackle your nimble feetIt doesn't matter if you know not whereKeep walking, till you find a … Continue reading Find a new dream somewhere


A guru told her about a magic plant to change life for good. Effects are slow, and finding the plant takes even more time. There she goes on a hunt, with online search, guides, users who vouch for it …. and finally finds it. She’s elated. Time and money spent does not matter. The plant … Continue reading Exploring

Forgotten pen

I finally got around to cleaning the house, after a couple of lazy weekends. Contents of drawers spilt out. As I was changing the newspaper lining the drawers, a voice stopped me. Eerily, the paper spoke. “Check the date. You know a team worked so hard to get this out by dawn.” “In pre-pandemic times? … Continue reading Forgotten pen


“Gold mines are heavily guarded.” “Tunnels have been laid out from other parts. It’s about getting people out, especially women, not about gold.” “We’ll do our best.” Salute! “Marshal all resources. Help the evacuees to become a formidable force.” (39 words)

Pre-loved versions

How many lifetimes have I spent?Recycling pre-loved versions of myselfI discard this version totallyto live again, and start afresh Recycling pre-loved versions of myselfI don't get anywhere I wantto live again, and start afreshStart on ground zero again I don't get anywhere I wantHow many lifetimes have I spent?Start on ground zero againI discard this … Continue reading Pre-loved versions