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Afterglow
“and the afterglow…of your gaze…is the onlysweater that I need.”― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence Here I am, languishing in the languor of the late afternoon with a bottle of wine, pining for someone who doesn’t care if I exist. I tell myself it’s the port that makes me reflect on Kachnar Trees … Continue reading
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The anguish of a pacifistic troll
Dearly Beloved, We gather here to mourn the passing of this goblin, Nik Wik. As a pacifistic troll who weeps rivers of anguish at the state of the eleventh earth, I’m here to condemn violence in every form. Why can’t we stop these battles which butcher innocents like Nik Wik in the name of Mythrall, a… Continue reading
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The Portal
I step into The Portal and a wave of numbers, alphabets, hieroglyphics and images rush toward me, saturating me and making me anxious. It takes a little getting used to. I still remember the first time when I thought the maelstrom would consume me, devour flesh, bone, and marrow. I… Continue reading
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Beauty
The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express. – Francis Bacon If you go to Mandrem Beach in Goa, you’ll find the river noiselessly meeting the sea. It slithers through waves of silky sand, bathing in the august afterglow, reflecting the deepest pink, and finds solace in the all-encompassing blue. Viewing and… Continue reading
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The wind
“So high I almost touch the sky/ Thank you, thank you/ Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings” – Bette Midler Have you heard of Kaladin Stormblessed? The slave who became the storm, defied the odds, and overcame everything thrown his way? One with the wind, nearing godhood, enduring death-dealing… Continue reading
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Free
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. – Albert Camus The wind soughs through the wayward pines, past the dilapidated mines, beckoning me to join it, to walk away and admit my need to be wild and free,… Continue reading
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Work
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. – Vincent Van Gogh We can’t work anymore — father’s old and anxious, staring at excel sheets, mother’s arthritis restrains her, praising God, her only succour, and I have shadows enveloping thoughts as I type this, forgetting… Continue reading
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August
I no longer like the August rain, gone are the days when I sat in my apartment and made the monsoon my muse, going on and on about silvery streaks like the tears of benevolent providence coating the cobblestones, and flooding us with eunoia, making us pursue our passions with meraki, the song of the… Continue reading
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Beginnings
As I look up at the spinning ceiling fan, memories drift in my mind like moths flitting about in an old attic. I think about when we met at that quaint bar with wooden tables, chairs, and liquor bottles shelved against a wall. I watched you climb the rickety staircase, and wondered what you’d think when… Continue reading
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Rain
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. – Roger Miller I’m sitting on my balcony in a pensive mood, the rain augmenting recollection that’s usually half-baked these days, nebulous like the swirling greys in a paperweight, I don’t have a pluviophile’s tranquility, all I have is an ache that longs to find… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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