The reason of being

  I tried to pour out the meaning of life from a vessel of brewing age And all that I got was a cupful of broth garnished with twigs of insiped sage. The meaning of life was differently felt by those whose lips it touch Some found it sweet while others sour and nothing really…

The crack in the Iceberg – Part 2

The next morning Gilgamesh was up before the sun could rise, he packed his backpack and waited at the end of the road for a bus that would take him to the foothill region of Pontic Alps in southern Anatolia, Turkey. The local Turkish and Pontic Greek called it the Parhar Mountains meaning high or…

The crack in the Iceberg.

Gilgamesh was in his late forties, bold, robust, Persian man with dark hair and blue eyes, he had found success in the pottery trade and had saved enough to live his dream of traveling to unknown places. family and friends were not of his interests, his only motto was ‘I, Me and Myself,’ though it…

The Or in the Ordinary.

I woke up feeling a bit on edge for no genuine reason I can think of and like topping on a cake, to make things better it got fueled further by a garment being placed in my hands along with the needle and thread box to mend a small tear caused by some sharp object….

The Haripiyets.

The Pub is just warming up, the lights are dim, the live band at one end is playing soft country music. The boys are busy attending to the orders for the pre-booked tables and I’m organizing my den for the hot and happening night to come. Ambience, Music, Drinks all set to the T. ‘The…

The last note that changed everything.

  Who am I? What am I?  What am I holding on to?  Nothing is substantial.   Nothing is of any significance,   It’s all an illusion a dream that drowns me deeper and deeper into pain.    Suffocation is what you are left with once you realize its futility and I have burnt out pretty soon,…

Mystery Award

Hi Guys! I’m so excited to have been nominated for the Mystery Blogger Award by FrejaTravels, who thought me worthy enough for it. Thank you FrejaTravels! I feel honoured as this is my first time of being nominated and I have a chance of passing it on to other worthy people whose blogs are amazingly…

The woman next door.

“Oh my gosh!!! What the heck is going on” yelled my father as he slipped on his slippers, snatched a shirt from the leg side of his bed and reached for the main door. Jumping out of my room with shorts and a vest I ran behind him to see what happened. The neighbors were…

Still in Love.

How does it feel to desperately wait for something that takes a lifetime to arrive and when it eventually comes you find that you don’t want it anymore.  Something that meant the world to you is now not even worth a second thought. I chased after the idea of love like some crazy fool being…