humanity – Inking The Thinking.

#100HappyDays. Again.

I tried really hard to not blog about the worldwide pandemic that has or will slowly affect all of us – the Covid-19 strain of the coronavirus. There was too much about it doing the rounds already – from fake news, conspiracy theories, home remedies, death statistics, lack of ventilators to even anti-bacterial medicine suggestions!Continue reading “#100HappyDays. Again.”

Skin.

Firm or lined, or just sallow, that weird shade of yellow, Bruised from the workouts or battered and broken from your handouts, Patchy, shaded, hairy or tanned enough to never detan, Red, brown, black, pimpled, acned, wrinkled, or just glowing from the baby inside. Looking them down, All my life I’ve lived proud, In aContinue reading “Skin.”

What’s your coffee like?

We are all broken. Yes, you read it right. We are all broken, in some way or the other. A heartbreak, death, failure, lost friendship, loneliness, disease – the demons are endless and varied. It’s a spectrum, where every person has their individual place reserved. Yet, we fail to acknowledge, accept, deal with such a simple truth.Continue reading “What’s your coffee like?”

To Be Or Not To Be Human.

I have fallen into the habit of keeping a Google News tab open on my laptop every day, choosing to read the daily news update as I get to the mails for the day. This morning, however, turned out to be quite depressing! The top news trending on Google News was about the death of a HUMANContinue reading “To Be Or Not To Be Human.”

When inspiration met ants.

It was always dark inside their homes. The dim lights reaching the upper reaches let them know if it was time to sleep or not. All the elders worked hard for long during light, tirelessly and happily. He had lots of friends and they all lived, played and ate together. They were soon going toContinue reading “When inspiration met ants.”

Of Darker Alleys (Part 2)

In continuation of the first part of the short story ‘Of Darker Alleys’. She started walking faster. She had to get to the house early to make use of all the time she could get. She wanted to get away from them. She was desperate. She reached the house. She could see the men standingContinue reading “Of Darker Alleys (Part 2)”

At God’s Door.

AT GOD’S DOOR. The Sun scorches my body, I shield my eyes with my hand, Flicking away the black ants, Which crawl over me uninvited. The tattered cloth barely covers my nakedness, I writhe and lie in pain, The Gods I have resigned to, Lying in front of His sacred precinct. A shadow falls overContinue reading “At God’s Door.”