Merrily we traipse through a minefield Blithely we step upon explosives We are not blown to smithereens Haply we step too lightly for that

In the deeps of space, a star. A pinprick of light, a feeble candle In the endless dark. Fuses atoms, blazes Makes radiance. In its...

I was reading Fire Down Below by William Golding. It is an account of a voyage to Australia. Set in the 19th century, I think. Then, even...

Quadzillions of quintillions of googols of 1 millionths of nanoseconds.

This is Nageswara Rao Park. Named after a man who would not dream of lying like a corpse at midday on a cement bench worn smooth by bums...

“Are you the doctor?” she asked the man who wore the white coat. He also wore a scruffy beard and a demented smile, so there was more...

Happiness is a varicoloured butterfly Fluttering like eyelashes, long ones In the cold of December, eat buns What else, what else...

Today, it is pournami. There have been clouds, but they have dispersed, moved aside like curtains. The brilliance in the dark sky. The...

There is a door in this world, to another world. You can easily pass through this door into the other world. The catch is that once you...

The man’s body had given up long ago. It was only his perverse, sadistic mind that made him keep on. He plodded through the desert,...

“Is it always the same?” said the doctor. “Yes doctor,” said the patient. “Let me see,” said the doctor, consulting his notes. “A three...

The tick tock of the clock divided the silence into tiny slices. If only the clock would be still for a moment. But the pendulum swung...

The heads of state regarded the delegation from the alien ship. Each of these creatures had four limbs and a part that corresponded to...

“It’s nice, nice…but a little quiet, isn’t it?” “Of course it is, nowhere else in city you will get so much peace and calm. Relax after...

That word. The one in a million. It fits like the last piece in a jigsaw. But it….it….eludes, that’s it, eludes the grasp of memory. It...

The place you grew up in is more permanent than your memory of it. Memory cells die and go to limbo heaven in mere decades but the...

Mr. A entered the Dugle Bugle corporate headquarters from the Gummadipoondi gate. The other gates were in Vandalur, Mylapore and...

An idea in the moon’s cool light, This night, frolics in a winsome frock Nymphal freshness clad in vestal white. At this hour, a small...

“Since when have you had this problem?” said the psychiatrist. “I don’t remember,” said the patient. “How did it happen? Anything...

Mr. Ghantarao is well known to people who know how things used to work in the movies of yore. Which, come to think of it, is not many...