In the madness midst the universe, if I don’t succumb to the desires, then I am a human.   Take me to a church or the gallows; whatever pleases your misplaced sense of justice, but I have never found the things I did, unjust. I am not sorry. This isn’t a record of my sins but of the desires that are born within a suffering, helpless man. Most agree to

As his last days creep slowly, yet surely closer, Mr. Smith contemplates conflict. What is conflict? He asks himself. A few moments of pondering bring him the conclusion. Conflict is his own body fighting against itself. It’s his cancer cells versus his healthy cells. It is a battle inside his very own body where neither can live while the other survives. A patient diagnosed with schizophrenia walks into his ward

You may begin, “Well, that’s like having a cigarette and just when I’m about to finish it, I have the urge of taking another one.”   It’s alright. But you are oblivious to the fact that you are not caring to dwell into the depths of your imagination, because you are too busy floating on the superficial being of your own soul.   You see, an addiction is like tasting

The girl walked sensuously on the road, swaying her hips a little too explicitly for the modesty of the passersby. She 6+wore a skin-hugging top that flaunted her curvaceous body & shorts that were way too short, tracing her shapely derriere; inviting stares from the passers-by.   As she felt aware of their gaze on her, she bore her eyes into theirs with a questioning glare. While some men were

As I entered the narrow unevolved streets of old Delhi, the butterflies in my stomach transformed into gigantic monsters. The sooty air made it hard for me to breathe. I kept on sneezing for the first few minutes.   I picked up my camera to click another picture for my project and my attention dragged towards a girl lying over an old man. She hugged him as tight as she

They handcuffed me and shoved me into the back of the police van. The newspapers would be flashing my name by tomorrow; a few news channels would provide a two minute insight into my story. And of course, considering the way the police broke into my flat in the middle of the night, it had attracted quite a lot of audience from the neighbourhood. The spotlight was on me, finally.

“ This is all starting to really bother me now. Do you even hear yourself? You are obsessed with this visualization thing of yours. You need to stop Jiya!”   “Look Jill, you are my best friend and I need you to understand. I know this is really weird but it’s a part of my reality now. You know I’ve had great imagination ever since I was a kid. All