She hated travelling.
“Why am I not one with the machine?” Continue reading
This was it. The final train ride back home.
I studied in Delhi and my parents lived in Mumbai. Every year of college I would travel in the Rajdhani Express at least 6 times. It left from Hazrat Nizamuddin station at 5.30 in the evening and reached Mumbai Central at 8 in the morning- a nice, comfortable, (almost) overnight train journey. Continue reading
Look around, look around, I’m just another stranger. I don’t mean to intrude.
He got into the slow train that would take 90 minutes to complete its 34 km long journey. It was 11.45 and the night was just starting to do its thing.
Edtior’s Note: We don’t really have an editor, it’s just me writing in italics. Italics feel classy for some reason.
This post is dedicated to one of my favorite comedians, Louis CK. Louis, if you are reading this, WOW you’re jobless.
Who’s there ?
James began to cry as he realized that his grandma couldn’t recognize his voice anymore.
Good and Bad. Light and Dark. Evil and Not Evil. Far and Near. Inside and Outside. These are just some words which are opposites.
Joshua wondered where he was. He was in a small, sparsely furnished room holding a knife. Surprisingly, the knife was buried in a man’s stomach. God dammit.