Category: 55

  • Claustrophobia

    He couldn’t believe he’d landed on a burner. He was used to landing on weird things but this was taking it too far. He’d had misgivings from the time he’d started to squeeze himself into that tiny sprout like thing. He’d never seen electric chimneys before. So he really couldn’t be blamed for being shocked.

    until next time merry xmas

  • Gubbare

    The heartwarming picture of a little girl holding balloons, while the uncaring world rushed past her, on the busy road. He remembered how much fun balloons and childhood used to be. But wait, there was something wrong with the picture- she wasn’t looking too happy. Was it only because no one was buying her balloons?

    until next time, hot air all around

  • Imagine

    They dreamt of leading a life that was different. Not that this was bad, but it was quite unidimensional. They imagined a place where people led lives of greed, lust, gluttony and all the so called sins, different from the chaste lives they led here. The utopians even had a word for that place – earth.

    until next time, opposites attract

  • The Finish

    On a busy city road, they raced. Only one knew the race was on. And he was sure of winning, until his ‘opponent’ took a turn. Quite like life, he thought, the way he compared and competed with others. Perhaps the challenge was to not to win the race, but to figure out one’s destination.

    until next time, race on

  • Tagged

    It starts from the time we are born. The tags, from a cute baby to a skinny schoolboy to a bookish student to a rebellious teen to a brash young man and son to name some, and then follow us into the professional life too. Tags, which perhaps constrain us, which make us being, and prevent us from becoming.

    until next time, web 2.0 is full of them 😉