Go out at night and look up at the night sky. Experience its depth. It is not a canvas of shining stars that is waiting to enthral you; rather, it is a bottomless ageless void that is mocking at you. Mocking, not as in laughing to ridicule you, but to incite you to transform. To move beyond your limited and prohibitive human space, and enter its grandeur.
Published by Vicky Dada on: Monday, September 28, 2015
"I don't understand why they do it? It's disgusting. Don't they have any power to reason? Are they humans or bloody cockroaches?" he got up from her lap, as if in protest. He looked at the roof, avoiding looking at the fan which squeaked and creaked as if chuckling at his disgust. She let out a smile too, not mockingly but adoringly. She loved seeing him at the height of his passions.
Published by Vicky Dada on: Sunday, September 20, 2015
As soon as the guests left, she grabbed his arm and dragged him to the terrace. "So all this while you were playing with me?" her breath trembled, with a mixture of anger and disgust.
His face was flush red - a mark of shame and/or guilt - "No, you should not say like that," he tried to helplessly explain, "how can you even use the word 'play'? Please don't make it sound like I exploited you."
Published by Vicky Dada on: Monday, September 14, 2015
It was after a long time that I had returned to this place. I stood at the threshold of that very gate where, decades ago, I used to stand albeit on the other side and stare blankly at the people and things passing by. I would stand bogged down and decrepit, my face hard-pressed against the railings, not knowing what drained me – the temptation of the outside or the frustration of the inside?
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