Residua


The first time I had written this story, it was a cathartic tale. To help me resolve a few issues with myself. I had not written it keeping in mind a specific audience. Neither had I tried to make the narration attractive in any way. Any such concerns would have adulterated the sentiments behind the […]

Re-contamination


I feel contaminated. That tight embrace, that laughter, that pleasure, that mischief in her eye, which I could not see yet sense; that betrayal, which I saw and yet could not look at – all unwelcome, yet all are keeping on returning to me. Why? Why the fuck are they returning? My acquaintance with this […]

Ethics in Tangents: Part 1 – Lessons on Inequity of Risks and Benefits


In a lecture on radiation safety, the teacher had veered a bit into the ethics of peaceful uses of nuclear energy. He explained that it has to be ensured that those working at nuclear establishments for larger good of the society (e.g., energy production, diagnosis & treatment in medicine) despite facing risks to health & […]

Error of Judgment and Judgment of Errors


-1- The “prototypical” Bindass dude!Image taken from: ‘What I am’: UTV Bindass’ new campaign speaks through voice of youth (click) at Campaign India Online. Can you see the disordered person? The dude trying to pass off as a doctor? No? Oh, and before it so happens that the dude actually happens to be a doctor […]

It had to happen. It happened yesterday. After three years!


Yesterday as I was climbing down stairs, engrossed in thoughts, suddenly I heard an enthusiastic “Namaskaar”(a salutation in Hindi). It was one of the sweepers, an older employee of the hostel. I had vaguely registered something to be new on seeing him, but the stream of thoughts in my head, had not allowed me to […]

Bad timing


He finished reading it. Seventh time today. Her first love letter. “Could so much love ever vanish! She’ll understand, if I talk.” “Anjali, please understand! We’d fought before also. But we always made up! Why not today? I love you, Anjali!” She didn’t reply. Those suspended in air, hanging by rope about their neck, don’t. […]

Conflict of Interest


“It makes you cry so much? You’d loved so much!” Distant gaze. Contented smile. “I feel so happy! So fulfilled!” “Quiet, Mukesh!” “I find fulfillment in your loss? And you’re my dearest! I’m so cruel no, Mridula?” His eye let go of that reluctant tear. Like his body was to let go of that life…