The silence was eerie. A regular droning of cicadas had a near hypnotic effect. The landscape was flooded with the quicksilver light of the full moon.
So, nothing was wrong with him. That was what the doctor said and the doctor knew best as he was a fully qualified cardiologist to boot.
Story from History: Only two persons, apart from the patrons of the public house, were awake. One was a patrician and the other, a nobody. But both stayed awake
A Poem – There on the slopes of Ida, Amidst vines and olive, Reclined he. A mere mortal, yet a connoisseur of beauty Even if it was Olympian.
Thriller Short Story: The fields lived up to their evil repute. In these days dacoits still waited out there to pounce up on unsuspecting travellers and robbed them
Editor’s Choice – A Hilarious Short Story: Sandipan’s marriage was a relief for them all. At last now they would be free from hearing the sordid details of the courtship of that moron
Poem on Remembrance: He used to sit at the threshold of his ramshackle hut, Knees drawn up to the level of his chin. Ancient was he. People said that he was as old as the old banyan tree.
Poem on Dream: A platinum wash of moonlight, lit up the scene in its mercurial splendour. Colours were lost. Everything appeared in stark black and white.
Poems: Come to Me – The morning mist melts as the sun rises; Encore – When the curtain comes down on a show; My Last Train – The station is deserted.
A Love Story: By the time they found themselves back in this world, it was already quite late. The night was dark with only a wan sliver of the moon