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Life and yada yada
Once dawn broke through with her lucent wings, soaring down like a phoenix, bringing with her fierce reckoning and shaking off hebetude — the sins of your foes avenged by the flick of the wrist, the tossing aside of the bed sheet, the morning run, breakfast at 7, and a need to be somebody everybody… Continue reading
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A not so pleasant drive
I’m trapped in my old sedan. It’s like the Sicilian Bull, the fires roasting me, and in agony, I pound the steering wheel and press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass… Continue reading
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An insane Babu who wants to be Charles V
1 I should have invested in the electric car industry, made a profit and opened a restaurant, hired a fantastic chef with his team of ambitious sous-chefs, earning one Michelin Star for its Tandoori Foie Gras, two, for its deconstructed Octopus Biryani and three, for its Flavours of India… 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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Time and providence
But all the while I sit and thinkOf times there were beforeI listen for returning feet And voices at the door ― J.R.R. Tolkien I often asked myself why I was here on a lonely planet, confined by time and providence, I watched people undergo spiritual metamorphoses, transforming into beings of the light — blue aureoles framing their… 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
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Peace
“Peace of mind for five minutes, that’s what I crave.” —Alanis Morissette I’m not at peace with myself, I told her, I’ve never been, I don’t know what it is, but even when I’ve accomplished something, I’m disturbed, not just empty but unsettled, like something antithetical to divine light, an unholy darkness has me in… Continue reading
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The benefits of having a stalker
I remember the first comment. It said, “You’re a pity party, a predictable loser,” and I thought it was spam until more arrived. “Piece of shit!” “You think your writing is fantastic? Ha!” All from email addresses with my name, followed by something obscene. I had a stalker, and I didn’t understand why because I’m… Continue reading
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Closure
I met another version of him after three years: a different avatar. I wanted to meet him after reading one of his recently published poems. The tone of the piece showed a shift from his earlier work. His initial writing was effervescent, or like David’s psalms, began on a note of melancholia and then drifted… 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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