Grant Road, Mumbai. Present day. The steam from the cutting chai moistened the lower margin of the newspaper, as Salim pored over a page. The
The sun rose banishing darkness and spread around like the soft tendrils of the Madhabilata* flower. The vast expanse of the mela* ground broke into
Penance and Salvation
Art is a manifestation of emotions and emotion speaks a language that all may understand. – W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Six Pence. ***
“Mateee..” The gargantuan monkey screeched in agony. The loud wailing shook my lava like a silent piano vibrates when a terrified cat bounces on it.
The Art of Love
This was an unusual time for it to begin. But whoever has had a control over it? It does as it pleases. The rains came
The Musings of a Muse
Jaded. Predictable. Snoozefest. The New York Times labelled my second book a disappointment. After the author’s sensational debut, hopes were high for her latest offering.
A Tale of Words That Lie
I wake up earlier than the sun and am at the writing desk without washing my face. The laptop screen illuminates my frontage as I
The Reluctant Artist
Indra watched Arjuna walk into his court; tall, muscular, handsome, confidence oozing out of his every pore. Indra, the ruler of Indralok, smiled inwardly at
An indeterminate Time in an indeterminate Century “What is an artist? A person engaged in creating, practising or demonstrating an art form. Per convention, I
An Artist is Born
January 2020: “Hey Akki, hope the evening set up is done perfectly?”, enquired the manager in charge even though he knew the commitment Akhil had