My Diminutive Paradise

  Hair rippling and waving  hysterically , my whole body damp and cold , I stand on a slippery rock with no one around . Waves hit the rock and splashes above , trying to reach me , leaving only a few droplets over my feet ,spraying . The salty air circles me making the dampness get onto me sending a bond deep chill . Yet I stand there motionless with my mind trying to clear away the fog surrounding it . I feel tied but my hands are free . I raise them and begin to stroke the breeze around me , trying to break open the veil of air that has imprisoned me . A ray of sunlight ripping open the dark clouds fell on my face , the only ray of light in the dark watery prison around me . The warmth of the sun loosens the cold , clutching my face allowing me to feel the blood running in the veins . A sudden realization that a boat dropped me here , makes me turn back and I find nothing but water splashing around as if dancing in fun . The boat came for me when I was in the shore , and ...

  I was literally shocked when the bus conductor told me that 30 rs ticket which can be used for a day’s travel is 50 rs now . Just to clarify , I asked him again , with a slight tinge of hope that my ears got them wrong , but I was proved there was nothing wrong with my hearing .  Looking at my deranged expression , the conductor offered some realization . He took out a small piece of paper from his pocket and showed me the changes in the ticket fare for each stop . He also claimed that he took them as notes as he couldn’t remember when his superiors informed him of the change . He finally finished with a big sigh indicating that he has been doing this for a lot of people since morning and he is bored . Soon , other commuters started sharing their shock and expressed their distaste with the government’s decision . One man grunted that good things that are promised by the government haven’t reached the common man’s hands yet , but things like price hikes take only a day to g...

  (A short story) The door to the king’s chamber opened slowly , and she entered . Lips red as blood , hair black as night and skin pale as the moon , she is a beauty like no other . A beauty that Gods envy . The guards stationed outside the inner chamber drew their weapons out and stood in a fighting stance . Five trained men against one , would be a easy win for them but not against her . Not against , Yelena ! . She stood and stared at them for a moment . Her lips curled up to an evil smirk and she took her switch-blade out and waited for them to make the first move .     All five men came running towards her with swords held high , but she didn’t even make a move . They surrounded her and a man in front of her said , “Give Up ! Yelena . And we shall arrest you with dignity .” with a commanding voice . He then said , “We don’t have to make your pale face bloody , Yelena . Do we boys ?” , looking at the other soldiers with a wolfish grin . The others smiled and nod...

   Life has been moving - crazily fast  . A lot has happened since i started work . A lot has been said and lot has been done , but nothing related to work and my company is paying me for that , as we - friends meet up everyday in office , sit around a table , chat , tease , argue , eat , do all the stuffs again and leave . Hundreds of new trainees flock around in the cafeteria once in every two weeks and the spot is no different from Ranganathan Street , T.Nagar . All that I could think of , when seeing this is ,  "Dei ...yennada nadakudhu inga ...thiruvizha kootam maari iruke da ". A few boys get energized on witnessing such a colorful crowd and very soon what appeared to be once a random mix of boys and girls in groups , soon became pairs , with each pair sitting in a table drinking a coffee for an hour or eating the Spl Jamun Ice-cream  ( "yeppadi than ada avalo slow a saapiduraangalo" ) . In a group that is chatting continuously for an hour , suddenly ev...