He stood on the platform waiting for the train to arrive, an insignificant part of a huge crowd… He hated that, not the crowd, but the feeling of being insignificant. He had always thought of himself as the saviour. He prided himself in being the avenger, a name he had
I am never late for a show. That’s my habit. However, this one time, due to unforeseen circumstances, it happened. I reached the theatre hall barely before the third bell was to be rung. I searched for my seat. (The kind usher was happily chatting away about the pros
I stopped and turned. It couldn’t be…I said to myself…It just couldn’t be… her. While I was standing there, contemplating which of the two results – me going and speaking with her or me ignoring her after having seen her – would be more disastrous, I saw her
“I can’t live without you,” he said. Actually it sounded more like he was insisting. But she was not a person who would listen. “But don’t you see? I have to go. I have stayed long enough with you. I know you can’t live without me. But
“So? Do you like her?” I knew that statement was gonna lead us into uncharted territory. I alksoknew that I had to think up of something really fast… Or I would have to face the barrage of questions again… “Oh? Uncle I just remembered! What happened to that stamp collection
The bus pulled in to my stop and I heaved a sigh (of relief maybe). I looked for the nth time at the address and in the rearview mirror of a car, (presumably theirs) and practised my opening statements… Obviously, I did not want to goof up this time… I
So there I was, with the girl of my dreams, and she was making a mess of my dreams… I never was good at handling crying women. Still, I decided to take the plunge… “C’mon! Don’t take that to heart! I was merely saying things that I didn’
I hadn’t met anyone in a long, long time. As a result, it was but natural that for my parents to resort to that famous pestering line of theirs – “You should meet up with them, they are a good family. Moreover, it is their room that you are living
I have often wondered what it was that made Karl Marx tick… Not that I am against him or anything… Though I must admit I strongly resent his views on Communism and the rise of the Proletariat (whatever that means…) I am in a place which can be best described
-Charles D’ Kens “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” Thus begins the masterpiece by Dickens. Where he stopped; I begin, not as effectively but… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two cities, that are quite close and yet far enough to allow travel, that too, only for so long
I am in a new city… a new place… a new surrounding… and I am all alone… Some people may classify that as FUN, some may classify that as eternal bliss (whatever that means), some may have branded me as a lucky b*****d….whatever… I am roaming the streets
“Why do men smoke”, was popular question with all my girlfriends when I used to be on a date. Most of us would have laughed it off, or at the most cleverly changed the topic to something else something more interesting as her dad’s daily routine (yeah, only, it
