15 December, 2010

the virgin suicide

and sometimes she dropped a word here and there so that they could understand. pick that open ended sentence and fill those gaps. and at times she wished she had done otherwise, wiped those ashes before they mounted into that pile of disgust. her word was double-edged when she said "let me be". she meant otherwise. and few could fathom the distance that she put into them.

she felt the sharpness, the volume of liquid and she let herself be, for the one time and the last time.

13 December, 2010

The Unexpected Rabbit.

The Hare who thought he was a rabbit, wandered around the woods. Inconsolable. Distraught. Bowed down by convergent forces of the immense gravity of his expectations and the harsh slap of reality's truth.

Dejectedly chewing on some weed or the other that sprouted in front of him, absent-minded he swallowed.

And lo and behold, he jumped back, for there was a puff of other-hued smoke and in its threads were revealed the most comely rabbit-shaped entity that he had encountered in his long and speckled career, dressed in something that suggested origins near desserts and camel dung.

"Come hither thou most vaunted membered Hare." she said in smoky dulcet tones.

The Hare was shocked into the bashfulness of a virgin, and said "But I have no bobbing white fluffy tail Rabbit Maiden, will I be enough for thee?"

The She-Rabbit tossed her veil and battered sinuous eyelashes that seemed alive with radiance, as she moved into the tall grass.

And her lingering voice pierced the fogginess in his mind. "You might not have a flashy tail good hare, but your rabbit is bigger."

And come hither he did.


07 December, 2010

Twinkle, twinkle

I am sorry I am removing this post because I plan to send it to some publications. 

04 December, 2010


He browsed through his contacts directory, stopping exactly where he didn't want to. He almost dialed the number but remorse made him do otherwise. How could he hurt her so much? Running away from whatever was his, giving pain to the one person he loved the most?
He dialed again.
The battery died down.

p.s. You can read the post here too!!
p.s its my first 55 fiction!!