I am forty, which I have serious doubts about, Continue reading “Forty Smiles !”
” Sara!! , Yelled George, her Manager. She reluctantly got up from her chair and went up to his cabin thinking, how many good people got carjacked or mugged daily, did they need a google map to this guy! Thinking such deliciously devilish thoughts to herself, she opened his door and flashed him a brilliant smile. “Yes George , How may I assist you this evening? . Continue reading “Rearview (Short Story)”
Writing maybe the ‘Noblest’ of profession but it is also the most unpredictable. A writer is often an adrenaline seeking junkie jumping off the cliff into the abyss of the unknown.
If he survive , well and good , praised and lauded , else, RIP ..we told you so ..
Much like the voyager, Surfer or the Bungee jumper , venturing into the unknown to seek, that far away wilderness, that perfect wave, that unconquered cliff, I write to quench the restless spirit within, which will not rest till I reach that place beyond the rainbow.
Saying that my dog is looking at me with an expression which says” Really ? You dont wish your blog will be read by a million people and you become rich and famous and go to Vegas” . What!!!..Bad Dog !
Now tell me ” Why do you write?”
Standing barely inches from the ground, Pugmon is no pushover. Regal in bearing and confident as a Ninja, always wears his unseen T-Shirt captioned ‘ Take Me As I Am ‘
Summer reveals all creatures hard at work ; building new nests and remodelling older ones, Caterpillars eating away at the new leaves as fast as they can to attend the Grand Summer Butterfly Prom, Flowers blooming, competing with each other to gift summer fresh nectar to the bands of ants awakened from the long winter chill.
Pugmon is one lucky boy! Gets to live in a place of jaw dropping beauty, his very own piece of paradise.