So I was at Culture Shoq’s Big Mic at IBar the Monday before last. And for the first time, I actually won. :-p I strung together four 55-word stories that I chaptered into a larger narrative called ‘Monsoon Romance’. They were Here’s my ‘performance’ (with apologies for the garbled voice,…
55 words: The past is a tricky creature. It never quite stays in its place, does it? It defines the path we take. It makes us who we are.
Poison,Was laced intoThe first glass of sweet wine you offered me Since then even water tastes like fire From betrayal is born vindictivenessAnd for those of us who never forgetIt is akin to the demon child born of a mortal womb You will always be the poison in my sweet…
A week of passion is always followed by a hangover.
He looks at her from the corner of his eyeThinking she won’t noticeSecretly hoping she willSo secret, he won’t even admit to himself She feels his lookLike sunlight, warm on her cheeksHer eyes stay downcastShielded from his blinding gazeWarmed nevertheless by its intensity Then it starts to rain.
A short tale in 55 words. Her parents say that she was born talking. Then she discovered writingEnglish grammar compositionsStories and poetryLetters and emailsChats and instant messagingSMSes, Orkut scrapsResumes and reports Then she stumbled onto bloggingAnd anonymous postingEven editing and deletingAnd much later, private publishing But silence is yet to…
A short tale in 55 words about value, money and worth.
A 55 word tale about kissing.
A 55 word story about interactions and fair play.
The room has a view. An expensive view. She says, Take a walk in the mud. Stay out in the rain so long that you never feel clean and dry again. When you return, you won’t need to stand at the window to see the view. He shrugs, Too late,…
