The edge

The woman stands where the sea laps the beach, gently bathing her feet with sand and salt. She has been screaming into the void and her mind is as full as the beach is empty. She is thankful it is a weekday and grateful for the expanse all around. In her exhausted state, her mind

I walked with the rain gods today

The skies opened upnot pitter patter, nor slow-burn romancethe hell & spitfire kindreal rain& i was caught in the middleFor two seconds iconsiderthe thatched bus stop people huddle thereirate unmoved unaffected watch while wait no.i walk onIt made friends of two fruit vendors selling papayas.Now under one umbrellathey forget to competeenjoy each-otherscollective warmthUneven roads turn

Choices, choices . .

Today’s post is about questions. There is no story, yet. I am grappling with how and when i choose to write stories. Do i put what happens — the fact(s) — before the opinion or statement? Do i first state the opinion and then explain it? What makes more sense, when and why? This is

Meeting people in lockdown – III

Will we break the law or will we be okay?

Meeting people in lockdown – II

First I have to wear the lungi and now i had to switch my drink?

The Stakehouse

By the time i stood at the doors where the first of many people checked the papers i was carrying thoroughly and me just a little less thoroughly, a part of me had melted into the black, tarred road.