He woke to the sound of thunder. He looked around the two square foot room in confusion.
“No, am definitely not in New Jersey,” thought Oliver. “It does not matter where I am,” he said to himself.
He slumped on his bed again and closed his eyes but he woke up again as the evening Azaan started. He got up, took out his smokes from his back pocket and then opened the window and saw the roof of Hagia Sofia. He lit his cigarette and stood there as fine drops of rain sprayed on his face.
‘Those were the best days of my life’ echoed Bryan Adams in front of fifteen thousand fans. I swayed to his tunes and suddenly I was back in the 90s, in my hometown. It was a time when I couldn’t fathom that anything could be cooler than the Sony Walkman. I remembered how I used to fight with my brother on every possible occasion and loathed him for being nonchalant about things that were important to me. I recollect him revealing to me the murderer of Harry’s parents in Harry Potter – Prisoner of Azbakan before I could finish the book and the fit I threw after that. But, we loved Bryan Adams. Listening to him was our definition of being cool. We both shared our earphones while going on long drives without parents listening to ‘summer of 69’. As I stood in front of those eighteen thousand people, for millisecond, I felt alone. I wished my brother who now lives in another continent was beside me. Continue reading “The secret art of missing”→
The coffee spilt on the book that Shantanu was reading. The book was drenched in brown and the clean white pages looked soiled. He reponed the first page of his book only to see that the dark blue ink encrusted on the pages and the words after ‘from’ barely visible. He looked out and saw that it had stopped drizzling. ‘Good time for coffee,’ he thought. He put on his windcheater since the Mumbai rain was always unpredictable and also it was bit cold outside.
As he walked by the narrow lanes, he saw a group of women going inside a club. He saw a tall, dusky and slender woman entering with th Continue reading “Coffee”→
“Don’t go there Shaunak”, shouted Jhimli to her son. Shunak was going inside the new toy store- Hamley’s. Jhimli had already bought a couple of toys few days ago, not from Hamley’s, but nevertheless she bought him toys. Neil, her husband was browsing through few shirts from the nearby store.
Jhimli took her son’s hand and stood at the railing from where they could see all floors and stores.
“Ma, I am bored. Can I please go inside? I promise I will not touch anything”