Pleasure of Pain


Every evening she lit the lamp that hung on the Palash tree, so he wouldn’t get lost on his way back home. The tree was dead now like the look in her eyes. They had both been alive and blooming once. That was before he went away, leaving behind only a promise of return. The tree had given up after waiting for what seemed like forever. She was stubborn, she could wait for another eternity and beyond for him. The pain of the wait made her feel alive. She found pleasure in the pain.

Photo credit: Harshad Sharma

Sun Kissed


It was that time of the day when the wind settled down after a whole day of work. The ruckus on the trees stopped. The leaves whispered to each other in soft voices. The sun became calmer with every step towards his beloved earth. The borders of horizon dissolved in his aura. It was time for him to leave her, with a promise of being back the next day. She believed him, he never faltered. One more time he kissed her good night. The sun kissed earth blushed scarlet.

Photo credit: Ashutosh Khandkar

Half Empty


He stood in a familiar place, feeling like a stranger. An unknown void surrounded him. It made him angry and sad at the same time. He was hurting in places he did not know existed in his chest. Her things pricked his eyes from every corner. They were all there, but she wasn’t. It made him feel just like her last mug of coffee that sat on the window sill, waiting for her to return.. half empty.

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No one knew who he was, or why his statue was there. He had been standing there and watching over the city silently for hundreds of years. His face had become one with the stone he was carved into. He was a saint for some, a fallen angel for others. No one knew when he had lived or how he had died. Man or god he was slowly losing the battle against nature. The death of his statue inevitable..until one day a photographer from half way across the world captured him through his lens. He is now immortal.

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Lost and Found


Lost on road in the middle of nowhere, in an unknown country, she saw the cathedral. It seemed more familiar than it should have. The feeling eerily oscillated between déjà vu and a premonition. She fought the chill running through her spine as she walked towards it. She didn’t know if the place she was seeing was a part of her past or future, but the attraction was compelling.
She opened the door of the almost empty hall, between the candles flickering around she saw herself standing at altar wearing a white gown, holding yellow flowers in her hands.
Are you lost, asked a man who saw her gazing into nothingness
I might not have know where I was going, but I have reached exactly where I was suppose to be, she replied.

Photo credit: Poonam Thaval (she owns a piece of my heart)

Make Believe


She woke up every morning with a hundred voices in her head, all speaking at once. Washed her face with cold water. It made her feel alive. Pushed the chaos aside and stood in front of the mirror. She had mastered the art of make believe over the years. She could now draw the face she wanted to show the world in an instant. Drawing the arcs of her lips first, in the shape of a perfect smile. Filling them with happy colors. A dash of blush on her pale cheeks to add to the effect. Finally reaching the eyes, filling them to the brim with kohl, hiding all that they threatened to reveal.She was now ready to let the world face her.

The Hem of Heaven


What do you see, she asked him as they sat holding hands at dusk.

I see the endless seas he said, I see it embracing me in its arms, making me to be a part of its deep blue aura. It feels like I belong with it. The depth entice me like a mistress.

What do you see, He said still lost in the aqua hue.

I see the orange sky. My imagination flies freely here. There are no boundaries in the sky. I can be anything I want up there. I see clouds. I see castles that are floating at the brim of eternity. I could be the queen in of of them, or just a tiny bird, flapping it wings with all its might to stay afloat. My heart rides the wind.

You see that line separating the blue and orange, he said while pointing at the horizon. That is the hem of heaven, that stiches my world to yours, and yours to mine. That’s where we shall live.

Photo Credit: Harshad Sharma

Playing Destiny


One late evening, he stood at the station in the middle of going toward her and away from her. Tired of being battered by destiny and being a pawn at its hands, he decided to play the game by its rules. He would let destiny choose for him, this time.
He would board the train that came in first from either side, he thought.
Standing alone in a crowd, lost in thought, he waited for his fate, which was fast approaching the station.

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Through the Viewfinder


He was trying to capture the St. Paul’s Cathedral in his camera, when he saw her for the first time. She was stubbornly in the frame, dressed in a black dress, her hair fell carelessly to her shoulder. Unaware of what she was doing, she walked towards him busy reading a book, holding it in one hand and a coffee in the other. He couldn’t help but notice the emotions that crossed her face as she read. He could have moved out of her way but would have stopped clicking, so he didn’t. Sorry! she had said in a husky voice  just before she bumped into him. He did not get a single picture of the place without her that day.
Incidentally, St Paul’s Cathedral was also the place where he saw her for the last time. He had told her how much he wanted her to be his wife, while they stood outside the oldest beauty spot on the London skyline. They had been together for a few months before he had decided to say it. She had explained to him, while she held his hand tight that they wanted different things from life. She wanted to travel, see the world, climb the highest mountain, dive at the deepest part of the ocean. Even with sorrow blurring his thoughts he had promised he would wait for her to come back home. He knew she would..some day.
He never went back to the cathedral.

He was staring intently at a postcard while the phone interrupted his thoughts. He had a wall full of them from all around the world. Each one took her a little further away. He had smiled at what was written and answered the phone.

A very peppy voice had greeted him, then gone on to tell him how one of the pictures he had clicked was being featured in a photography magazine.
He had met her outside “The Gherkin”. She was holding a camera in her hand while the sling was across her shoulder. Hair pulled back in a pony and eyes hid behind geeky glassed, she had begun her interview. She spoke excitedly about how she was a fan. She told him how she hated that such a beautiful building had such a vegetative name. She had also told him, she loved how he captured moments. You make buildings talk, she had told him with a twinkle in her eye. He had listened to her talk while giving a monosyllabic reply every now and then.
That went on to become a habit. She always spoke a lot when they met, he always listened with, now with a smile on his face. He loved her zest and enthusiasm towards every little thing in life. He was surprised at the small things that made her laugh. She was as excited to see a flower blooming by the doorstep as she was while they saw view from platform at the gherkin together. She had dragged him all the way up once in the middle of a very rainy day to tell him how much she liked him.

He was standing at the Waterloo bridge when he got her email. I am coming back home, it read. It did not feel like he had thought it would, even after waiting for it for ten years.
He picked up his camera and looked through the view finder. It always gave him perspective. The whole of the London skyline lay in front of him. One one side stood history in all its grandeur, which he loved, on the other a modern marvel that gave him glory.  He took a shot with mixed emotions..of the St. Paul’s Cathedral and The Gherkin looking each other.

Photo credit: Ashutosh Khandkar

Falling In Love


She was born little and green. The green that sends a cool breeze to soothe your soul when your eyes catch a glimpse of it. Even with branches filled with those who looked liked her, she felt like she was different. She noticed things the others ignored.She heard the wind sing songs to her while others thought it was just noise..but her heart was somewhere else.
She looked at the blue sky staring down lovingly upon her from far away. The magnificent blue made her fall in love. His gaze was steady upon her.He peeped from behind white clouds, she arched her self so their eyes could meet. He sent her messages with the rain which made her giggle!His passion grew warm it made her turn red. She yearned to touch him. Having him around gave her hope. His endless size made her feel secure. For months they exchanged promises of a lifetime together, all through the day when he wore his blue hue and at the night in his magical darkness. Till she could take it no more.
One day she wore her prettiest golden dress and asked the wind to fly her away. He told her if she broke away she could never come back, if she flew to the sky she wouldn’t survive the ride.
For one kiss she said, she could give an eternity, for one touch she could leave a lifetime.
The wind blew hard aiming at the blue above, swaying her all around. She held on tight, all the while. Parts of her gave away, making her frail. Her eyes shut tight as she soared above to meet her love. She opened them the instant, she could not hold on any longer. Leapt towards him, hoping he would hold her in his arms. Kissed him with all that she had, then let go.
She fell through the winds, and branches and trees, on to the ground lay on her back soaking him in his eyes till her last breath.

photo credit: Ashutosh Khandkar