Essays of a Wandering Mind!
“Rekha what’s taking you so long? Get ready soon.“
Laxman was having one of those frustrating days. Nothing had gone right that day, in fact nothing had gone that great since he came back from on-site more than a year ago; but he knew he would not stop at anything from finalizing this deal.
(more…)The dark liquid like substance kept hitting his leg as if it wanted him to stay with it forever. The loneliness was so prevalent that even the stinking sea seemed to crave for attention. And he was the odd man out; the living amongst the dead and the pile of junk.
The last human he had seen was a half dead woman lying in the ditches and that was months ago. Slowly he had lost count of time. It seemed to have lost its meaning. For him it just dragged on. He was merely surviving, just out of hope that someday he’ll meet another living being… he was there just for the heck of it!
(more…)Justice has a strange way of implementing itself. No matter how fast or how far the wrong doer runs away from his misdoings, law catches up and rebukes the guilty. It is not always the law established by men for this is perhaps the weakest of laws when it comes to castigating the sinner; many a men do get away from law made by men equally wrong! But there are certain forces in nature which help those in distress, those who have been wronged to avenge the injustice that was done onto them. Death is not always the ultimate punishment, but probably not in this case.
(more…)Ok. This one was return in a rather peaceful state of mind. I wanted to write a story which is absolutely bland to the senses but still has some small message to convey. If you are looking for some thrilling/ action filled story, you better look elsewhere. This one is going to be as simple as a “Plain Dosa”…