My musings about the strange music (Digital painting)

my musings about music

I am alone in a room, trying to ignore the musings of my mind. Trying to ignore the loud noises of the factory, vehicles, and people talking on the street. I am trying to conquer my mind by entering into the subconscious through meditation. The struggle for inner peace by ignoring the outside world has… Continue reading My musings about the strange music (Digital painting)

Meera — Ajay’s first love (Short Story)

Meera, ajay's first love

Ajay looked at his phone after hearing a notification sound. Being a below-average looking South Indian guy, Ajay wasn’t excited when he heard the notification. Because he never got any message or calls from a girl. Even the customer care calls he had been getting were automated male voices. Anyway, Ajay unlocked his phone to… Continue reading Meera — Ajay’s first love (Short Story)

When the guard and the prisoner are the same person…

When the guard and the prisoner are the same person...

The prisoner I am unable to remember how I arrived in this strange prison. All I know is that I have been a prisoner for many years. This isn’t an ordinary prison because I have the facilities to comfort myself. I have a Dell Inspiron laptop that can easily run games with high graphics and HD… Continue reading When the guard and the prisoner are the same person…

The unmatched beauty of a calm and quiet life

the unmatched beauty of calm and quiet life

We live in a world where success is measured through the busy noise of life. A good job, costly car and flat etc are the benchmarks for a successful life. The more luxury you have, the more successful you are. To be frank, we can’t imagine a “primitive” type of life where everything that you… Continue reading The unmatched beauty of a calm and quiet life

Sorrow of a prostitute

Sorrow of a prostitute by unni babu

It was a starry night and the cold wind blew through the window. The prostitute was tired and relaxing on the bed after a few hours with her client. She started to shiver as her naked body was embraced by the cold wind, and so she walked towards the window to close it. She heard… Continue reading Sorrow of a prostitute