Melancholy Moments

Hickory Dickory Dock - A Clock Reminisces

I gazed at the frail old woman who sat on the chair. Silvery white strands of hair glowed in the darkness where the moon beams found their way to her head through the open window. There was a time when the beams would have been sucked into the darkness of these strands. Time! Isn’t that the unseen, unheard deity that reigns over the lives of mice and men? (Click here to read on)

The Heart's True Music

Was it really the music that attracted them to him or just his reputation as the finest musician in Vienna? Would he get the same praise even if he performed badly? Would a lesser known musician get the same appreciation even if he performed better than him? Was reputation all that mattered? Did music have no value in itself? What if he had not been lucky enough to get the breaks he had got that had earned him his reputation? (Click here to read on)

Jewel of the Jungle

She sang softly and her tunes seemed to resonate with the sounds of the forest - the rustling of the dried leaves, the chirping of the evening birds, the chattering of the monkeys on the trees, the far cry of the lone wolf! He wished this moment would last forever. He wanted no food, no drink, no sleep. His father, his mother and even his fiancee lay forgotten. His entire existence had just a single meaning (Click here to read on)

The Lonely Bus Stand

The sun was blazing away in all its fury. The wind was trying to compete with the sun, blowing its top swirling dust all over. The rocks however just held their ground completely oblivious of the efforts of the sun and the wind. And like the rocks, was the lone man waiting at the bus stand – calm and unperturbed. His long matted hair and beard made it difficult to guess his age. (Click here to read on)

A Toyol's Tale: The Real Monster

The large man’s dark eyes flared up in fury on hearing the sing song voice of what looked like a toddler with grey mottled skin.
“Why do you look at me like that, master? I would think you no longer love me.”

“Don’t set your evil eyes on my child, you monster.”  (Click here to read on)

The Masterpiece

Loser! The one word that describes fifty eight years of my existence! My entire life has been an exercise in futility. Failures! Failures! More failures! That is what I have seen all these years. I should have listened to my father and taken up that job he wanted me to take up. But no! I wanted to go  chasing after fleeting dreams of grandiose! What has it got me? Nothing but frustration!  (Click here to read on)

Riot of Colors

“Akka, I need 10 days leave at the end of this month.”

“What! Only last month you took fifteen days off. This won’t do.”

“I am sorry, Akka. But we have Balu’s exhibition in Delhi. Ramani Sir says it would be a great occasion.” She rolled her eyes.  (Click here to read on)

Burning Love

“You should see from his point of view. You know how his job is like. He works eighty hours a week, traveling all over the globe meeting clients. Don’t you see how it must be for him? Being away from his loved ones all the time! Doesn’t he also need some relaxation?”

“So he gets his relaxation by sleeping around with every random bitch that comes his way? ” (Click here to read on)

Orpheus and Eurydice

The fates are such fickle weavers. One moment it seems as if you are going to be the most important thread in the tapestry they are weaving. The next moment you find you find yourself cut and discarded. Who would know this better than I? It was to be the night of my life – the crowning moment of my life – I was to be the wife of the greatest poet who ever lived. And more than that a man who loved me more than life itself!  (Click here to read on)


Cherian Circus had set camp at Palace grounds in Bangalore. The curious public looked on as the circus folks went about setting up their colorful tents. They were greeted by a bedlam of noises- growl of tigers, roar of lions, chattering of monkeys, trumpeting of elephants, neighing of horses and squawking of parrots.
“Get going, you lazy bones. We need the tents up before it gets dark”, boomed Mr. Cherian, a large portly man in his 40s. (Click here to read on)

Space in her Heart

"Hi. Aren't you Radhika?"

Radhika turned around. There stood a lanky youth in a smart blue T-shirt and jeans. She frantically ran a search through the database lodged inside her skull. But no records were found matching this handsome young face. The young man seemed to read the blank expression on her face. (Click here to read on)

A Madness called Love

She stood before me in all her splendor and glory. Her frame was slender and she should have looked comely and vulnerable. But no! The red Sari covered the hour glass figure and gave her an aura of power. Her eyes were blood shot and burnt like embers of coal. Her dark hair had been let down like the wild hanging branches of a Banyan teee symbolizing her raw primordial power. It was the Goddess Durga herself looking at me from the mirror. (Click here to read on)

Beauty and the Beast

Blood curdling roars echoed across the entire mansion. The whole mansion was in a mess. A huge brown animal that looked like a cross between lion, a boar and a bear was moving around like a typhoon destroying everything that stood in its path. But finally it met its match when it tried to bring down one of the pillars that held the roof with one forceful swipe of its huge paw. The paw met resistance and soon turned dark crimson as it started bleeding. (Click here to read on)