The Endless Chasm

The town of Chaitravan had always held its secrets close, like an old miser clutching a handful of gold coins. The locals had long since sto...

The idea of "writing our story" simplifies a deeply complex and layered process, and I think that's what makes this kind of di...

Every morning, life hands you a blank page. What will you write on it today? The truth is, life doesn’t come pre-written. It’s not a finish...

The Unseen Audit of a Lifetime It was a day like any other until it wasn’t. I had just settled into my favorite corner of existential inerti...

The day began with an unusual silence. Much of what remained was rubbish, but for him, it was useful rubbish. There were no guarantees about...

I cannot call it when I see it, For the seed is beyond my ken; Every time I call it, all you see are Hundreds of leaves and my pen. --- ...

For several decades, life had been simple: we dressed up, threw on clothes, and stepped out the door. Our only concern then used to be the w...