Confessions of a 15 year old

Look how time flies. It feels like yesterday, when I was a little toddler and now a mere teenager among billions of people on the face of planet Earth. Things used to be so much easier when I was little, not that I’m too old now. But 15 years...

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A Prisoner’s Diary

Warden John McAvoy sat in his office in a pensive mood, staring outside the window at the torrential rain. The cup of coffee on his table was getting cold, but he took no notice of it. He glanced at his watch. It was six-thirty in the evening. Eleven more...

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World President 2097

Lanky Keith fastened his speed of sharpening the wooden wedge puffing and sweating harder now, after he heard his Uncle Tom yelling at a distance in his regular threatening tone, “Are we done yet?” Sundays were never his favorite because that would be the day when his uncle lazed...

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What Was!

Kurbi had always liked this picture. She had found it in one of dadi’s books. Behind it was written in smudged black letters ‘May 1991’. Not only was this photograph special...

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The Walk

Months after it was sown in the most anally retentive manner, the gardener with a watering can in hand surveys the garden with the exactitude of a hawk eyed hunter and music leaving like chopped wood from his chapped lips...

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Adieus…

The day of reckoning had finally arrived. Hazy winter morning with a slight drizzle would have normally evoked a strange sense of happiness in her. Today was different. The clouds perfectly prophesised the grim happenings of the impending day...

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Fiction of a Third Kind

Searching the distant universe to find an alternate life form our odyssey has come to an end. After traveling trillions of light years in the distant galaxy, Milky Way we have found a planet where life exists. The natives call this planet Earth...

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A Promise to Smile

Kriti was on her way to the office in the metro train just like any other day. It was Friday and Kriti was in the afternoon shift which starts at 2. She had been traveling in metro from the past 5 years...

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My Eyes, and the Vision

These eyes are the ones, that have granted me this fortune, of witnessing a beauty so rare. They’re more precious to me, not because they make me see, but because they enhance, the feeling of your presence. They help me cry when you are upset, give you love when...

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The Umbilical Cord

Inch by inch and drop by drop… I shall fill your senses ashore, just so profound… Stealthily I will unravel myself… so your emotions I could conceal from the others around… The globe only you would sense afresh… an incarnation of your soul you would see… For I am...

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Viva La Femme

he’s a girl and she knows the horrors of walking alone in the streets at that time of the night. If the eve teasers find her at that time, she knew that their antics would rip her apart. Bit by bit, tissue by naked tissue, making her feel like...

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When Mr. Thomas almost won!

Mr. Thomas, his wife and their 10 year old son lived in a nice and comfortable house in Baker Street. Mr. Thomas had a secure 8-5 job, his wife the perfect homemaker, looked after the house and his son who went to the local school. They were a small...

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Avarice

Presentiment looming large in the air; every step redolent of fresh misfortune; ashen-grey as the future stood, all eyes bored down upon Clara Truman with feverish intensity....

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Mani’s Autobiography

The following story is a translation from the Malayalam Maniyude Aatmakatha. The various and erroneous grammar usages are deliberate, intending active speech, and freedom from the restriction of formal language, common in a child’s speech. The usual bottlenecks of translation remain in the English piece. Some Malayalam words have...

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A Dream not true….

The tea stall vendors are screaming. Every now and then there is a hush and rush among passengers. It is half past nine and Rohan is deep in his thoughts. The only voice that is audible is that of the lady announcing times of the arrival and departure of...

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A Tale With A Twist

Once upon a time, in a forest filled with trees, there lived four great friends; the deer, the tortoise, the mouse and the crow. The deer was called Houndleg, the mouse was known as Nailtooth, the tortoise and crow were christened Stoneback and Blackwing respectively...

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Twilight

As this pen flows today- solitude in this room reigns But it’s disturbed- by screams of silence, wales of laughter, Hiccups and tears, things undone, words unsaid ...

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Andrella and the Water Lady

Amidst the dense woods, along the river bank, there was a little cottage in which Andrella, an 8-year-old girl used to live with her mother and her little brother, Edi, who was just three. Though Andrella was just eight years of age, she was a very wise girl. She...

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This House is Not Haunted

My brother is a detective and works in the crime department of the Mumbai police. He had just come home for a month’s vacation but he was soon to find out there actual is no rest for dynamic young men in the crime department of the Mumbai Police...

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Another Cinderella Story

The big door with the ornate handle was forbidding enough to make a lesser person quail. But I gathered my courage and pushed into the silent room, my eyes scanning the darkness for signs of Dill as my fingers gripped the door in tense...

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Farewell

Fare thee well - a word and yet not just a word, An emotion encompassing a whole new world, A divider defining the old and the new, A memory of people and things we knew...

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Our Little Secret

The first time it happened, she was rooted in her place, unable to move, shocked into submission. She didn’t protest, by words or gestures. She just stared into the ground, unseeing. He was saying something to her but she couldn’t comprehend...

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The Little Boy-Goddess

It was a strange time. The light was changing. As the sun set, the jewels in the sea began to shimmer with a renewed force. He sat on the parapet, facing the infinite waters, with a look of serene happiness on his young face. The wind...

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The Memory Box

Dear Rohail, I opened my big memory box today, the one that you were always teasing me about. The pink flowery patterned cloth is still draped over it. I remember you putting scent on it so it would ...

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Agony

Here I sit, in a dry cellar No, you would not call it home, Counting the grey hair, no longer serves to be an entertainment Half deaf, half blind, but not in moan. From the window in here...

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An Innocent Murder

The silence was deafening. Or perhaps I just didn’t like it that way. The deserted street was lit up by only a solitary moon. I silently cursed Ratna for not coming to tuition that day. I had been afraid of the dark ever since I knew what dark was,...

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The Lost Night

The lamp was dim, the coffee grew colder. His eyelids drooped yet he told himself he could not afford to sleep. The room was comfortably furnished, although it felt nowhere near inviting. The walls were dull and the aura felt lifeless It was 3 am almost and the even...

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Unfaithful

Maybe it was the scent of another man, or the guilt flooding my eyes; but the first time I betrayed him, he knew. He walked towards me and enveloped me in his strong arms, forcing the air out of my lungs. My heart beat too fast for normalcy...

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Unlearn

Back then, being schooled, I enthusiastically hogged on letters, Rolled them into words with my tongue, Swallowed them properly to form sentences While tripping down my throat, Till they finally settled down ...

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A New End

He sat on the beach with the waves washing his feet every time they came rushing ahead. He wasn’t in the perfect state, slightly drunk, perfectly in his senses though. It was quite strange that he was alone there. He had never pictured himself this way, ever. But now...

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Another Clock on the Wall

The wall, the place to be…a spectator to times captured in frames, cracked glass covers, smiles twitched the wrong way at the ends, fingers crossed, men double crossed. Ticking past offers a glimmer of hope, its face constantly being smothered with a chalk,...

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Passion

He knew it when he looked at the night sky, He knew it when he saw the fire and swirling waters, He knew it as the snow fell and the birds flew, He felt it inside every moment. Delving in the reaches of his heart, It throbbed and beat, making him breathe...

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False Fire

He clanged and clattered the bars with bestial ferocity. His fiery eyes gleamed, now orange, now gold. Displayed in the middle of the crowded square, everyone saw him, yet no one did. No one could have missed his wild roars, yet they all seemed deaf. I stood, in my...

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About to Begin

I live in a beautiful house Walls colored in magenta, aqua, Yellow, blue and ebony Candles on the mantle With flames of hope Flicker in the wind, Pictures of my dreams...

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The Last Page of a Suicide Bomber’s Life

The gaunt face looked at him. His skin was sallow and pock marked, his brow knit together in concentration and his brown eyes were unblinking. Many hours of grief and turmoil had made him like this. Before all this, some might have even called him handsome, almost statuesque. Now...

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Amoretti

When I first met her, she looked a little more than thirteen years old; pink cheeks and skin as smooth as silk. She had actually been twenty. I remember how she glowed and that glow proved to be my undoing. It made me feel as if my very brain...

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An Ode to Human spirit

The light of the human spirit glows through these dark times, In spite of the dark, brutal and heinous crimes; The feeling of fear will last for a long But we will fight it out for we are strong; Our smile will make those tyrants realise,...

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A Writer’s Life

Why do seasons go beyond their realm of preferred action and end up as metaphors in lives? She looked around to see heaps of un-raked autumnal leaves on the school ground. Zeal and fervour were soon becoming words people flinched at. As if their several layered fleece protection clothing...

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Violet night

A hue of shade entered the darkness, Measuring the depth of sulkiness, Why is night so dark, so blue? With a sigh of relief the happiness flew The morning considered a ray of hope, Why are you taken as a hint of dope?...

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The Confines

The prison cell doors were slammed shut. My cellmate, the one eyed man, grunted in response, which was his usual reaction to everything. And I mean everything. Maybe that is why the wardens were so comfortable around him...

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A PRISONER’S DIARY

Warden John McAvoy sat in his office in a pensive mood, staring outside the window at the torrential rain. The cup of coffee on his table was getting cold, but he took no notice of it. He glanced at his watch. It was six-thirty in the evening...

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Life Is

Some body told you life is a joke It is an endless road with no end in store, It’s a journey to Ithaca, with no purpose and no goal That someone lied to you, that is all.

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I don’t like strangers

Tonight I am alone. It is raining hard. The storm in my heart rages outside also. I am sitting at the table with the windows open. Every other minute, a drop or two of water wets a piece of paper set in front of me. At the same...

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NO GUT NO GLORY

Golden streams of energetic photons that had begun their cosmic journey from a star eight light minutes way, shone through the no-pollution curtains into the dark room. The room had plasma lights all over but the occupant preferred to keep it dark except for a small table lamp. The...

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Whirlpool

Where does she go? When she is out of faith, all alone? Where does she find Someone alike, for her to share a piece of her mind? Why does she look away? She is full of doubts, there's no conviction anyway...

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Behind the Curtains of Lust

She sat in the corner of her room, oblivious of the breathing behind her. Unmindful of the memories that haunt her, silence sobbed in another quieter spot of the heart. She had been enslaved in the prison of her own. The painted whitewash stood peeled off like her of...

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River of Dreams

Madan has never been a dreamer, but he has his ambitions or notions of ambitions. Hmmm…now that sounds a little contradictory, doesn’t it? Let’s rethink. As soon as ‘an ambition’ becomes ‘ambitions’, it does lose some clarity , a necessary focus, that force of motivation and perseverance which is...

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Dearth of Our Words

“How must it feel?” I wonder often.
The Dearth of our words,
For how can it be expressed?

How the parents of a newborn feel when they look at it?
How an artist feels upon the completion of a beautiful...

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NO GUT NO GLORY

Golden streams of energetic photons that had begun their cosmic journey from a star eight light minutes way, shone through the no-pollution curtains into the dark room. The room had plasma lights all over but the occupant preferred...

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Calm Canaries

Carnivals make me happy. If you are able to feel the pulse of a carnival, you are able to experience a kind of exultant joy, an abandonment a carefree spirit of pure fun. Clusters of coloured balloons, painted bridges, bright pink candyfloss...

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Unphotographable

There was once that moment. The one that can never be re-created. They being themselves, determined to defy all the oddities of Nature, decided to preserve that moment. I don’t differ very much, from those I wish to condemn...

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You

Is it what you write, Is it what you say Is it in your eyes Or your body that sways Your hands want work Your words a change Your eyes speak love But your body’s still in chains You cannot find a key The balm’s kept away The blood...

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STAY

Speaking pleasing words, The silence didn’t stay.. Singing useless songs, The Music didn’t stay.. Loving not love but lust, The love didn’t stay.. Striking wrong chords, The guitar didn’t stay.. Wanting to be perfect, The child didn’t stay.. Going for schools, The education didn’t stay.. Singing to the society,...

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Therapy

Jonathan Ree’s Journal Religion feels the necessity to be loud. This exigency for amplification is borne out in the sacerdotal functions of religious practitioners, amateur and professional, through every segment of the day. Every segment must belong to one religion or the other and if their timings clash, well then...

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She Sleeps Only When It Rains

The window of her one-room apartment looked out on the busy road. The honk and screech of a perfect Monday morning. Sipping a cup of water, she turned away from the window. It was 9 already. Shoving the last piece of toast in her mouth, she quickly picked up...

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It’s 3 a.m on a Saturday night

Saturday 3 a.m. 23 August, 2008 I’m reading Eliot again. Rhapsody on a windy night. It’s the most perfect make-up of jazz poetry, you know. It’s as if something solid, shattered in pieces, places. Kundera when he wasn’t being communist, when he wasn’t colouring his books with his soul,...

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She Sleeps Only When It Rains

The window of her one-room apartment looked out on the busy road. The honk and screech of a perfect Monday morning. Sipping a cup of water, she turned away from the window. It was 9 already. Shoving the last piece of toast in her mouth, she quickly picked up...

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The Girl Across The Street

Across the street, like everyday I can see the little girl working away, Everyday, the same, It never does change, And never do I find she even complains, So I decided to ask her today, “Don’t you also want to come out and play?” Then for the first time,...

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Out On The Sea

Seven moons long my parting And wails for a lifetime The Seas have not shown any calm I’m still waiting for harbour Homecoming. It was many more moons yonder ‘er I chose to go out on sea The placid waves, the unknown Shores of the mystic – a rare...

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The Viewspaper Writing Workshop

The Viewspaper Writing Workshop, August 22-23, 2008. We came up with the idea of a writing workshop as early as June, but the story of its planning was one long series of discussions, brain storming and flurry of emails and phone calls to and fro and interesting events right...

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Orange

Losing sight in the growing mist retreating into a borrowed shell of cold..soaked passivity.. The mourning silver cloud streak slashes tender sun wrists, and the red sky bleeds it’s love, upon the deep blue sea that lies at it’s feet… drop by drop the red loses itself within the...

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I Wonder Sometimes…

Wrapped up in our own worlds, We somehow fail to see; What the world outside, Has come out to be; We fail to explore, to search and find; The true potential of the human mind; Is it really this easy, to be selfish and vain? To refuse to open...

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The Goodbye

She turned towards him, with her eyes brimming with tears, trying hard to hold them back. Dressed in an elegant, beige flowing skirt one could make out that she had dressed with care. Now, though, clothes were probably the last thing on her mind. Trying hard to smile, she...

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Kosi and Heart break

He is sad. He is upset. His heart broke moments ago. He wants to cry. But he is standing at the University’s youth café and tears in eyes would just look out place. Kamran comes to the Castro café everyday, except on Sunday or on holidays, for this is...

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Ode to a friend

She was a friend of mine. She favoured anonymity but was quite amiable to me. I first interacted with her when I was in standard ix. She was sitting solitary at the quietest and darkest corner of the classroom. At first I thought her to be a hypocrite and...

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Thoughts/Thoughtless

And the world moves on… Without a care after all the stares No reason why it should stop to mourn. There are others who’ll live and yet others who’ll die. The dead remain, but in passing memories And at all other times we think not nor do we care...

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Reassurance

I lie in bed all night, Looking at the shadows dancing on the ceiling; If I feel left all alone, Like I’m stuck on an island, that’s how I’m feeling; Cut off from the world, Like that little boat alone at sea; In those shadows, I try to find,...

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Justice

This is a short story about a man named Mr. Philip Vincent who used to live in the Christian Need Old Age home in New Delhi. When he died, he was 82 and used to love playing cards. I met Mr. Vincent in the summer of the year 2006....

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