Year 2017 Murugesa sat huddled in his match-box sized room watching a Tamil news channel. The lady spoke non-stop, keeping pace with the pictures and videos that kept streaming in live from Chennai’s Marina beach about people protesting against the
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For the umpteenth time, I checked on my wearables – specially the badges I had received for my exemplary contribution in service. I was ready for the Independence Day Parade tomorrow. Finally! I would be the parade commander of the
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#ArtooninnWritersRoom #Augustwritingprompt A love story from the perspective of a Panipuriwala. “Am I in heaven?” I whispered to an Angel who exuded beauty and light. Her presence seemed to tranquilize my restless soul. “Yes, God has decreed you stay here
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I stood near the only window in the dreary room, straining my neck to see what was happening downstairs. As I expected, the cacophony rose and ebbed like a discordant storm preparing to gain a foothold on the city. The
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#ArtoonsinnWritersRoom #JulyWritingEvent 2 I clearly remember that day in 1780. Boom! The entire ammunition depot of the British was on fire. Flames leapt up to the sky but no greater than what burned in my heart. All of them rejoiced.
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He stood under the only yellow light in the dingy room, his blank eyes absorbing the theatrical performance outside. Thunder clapped, “Action!” As if on cue, lightening sparkled, blinding the audience and brightening the vast stage acrimoniously, only to die
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Disclaimer: The characters in the story are fictitious and bear no resemblance to the original historical characters. The warm glow of the spotlights in the Birchwood auditorium where we were shooting for Julius Caesar’s play covered me with warmth and
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5th April 2022 I saw her with a few kids in the playground. To confirm my suspicions, I went near but stood silently. She was telling them a story animatedly. Her body language, gestures and voice modulations held the kids
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It was yet another Sunday. Every day was the same since his father died two years ago. He just puffed out like a genie. Poof! Again, it was the same when such thoughts assuaged his mind. He couldn’t complete his
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A charming man, walking swiftly across, took my canvas in his hand. I saw him touch it slowly. A painting of just a gold and auburn sky and wavy sands was nothing grand but I was happy it was a
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