Fiction

                                         Atrophy Atrophy,  atrophy  of what? My senses,  my worth,  my cognition or my entire wajood? Pooja was sighting the vast Red Rock Canyon  with deep cliff walls.They  looked formidable with irregular tiers covering the entire landscape like a crawling  alligator which had  muddy folds squeezing in and out  sometimes  static or fluid.They had motored the whole way  and were bound for LA.She found herself amidst the greyest possible mountain ranges  desolate, bald and bare.Scary to the aesthetics of even a person of indifferent sensibilities. Not a single green blade of any genre was visible.She scanned it more intently looking to the farthest horizons  touching the fringes of the haggard mountain range...

                                             The Two Banks I am running  breathlessly through the narrow lane which leads to the river front.It is the jehlum river.Its murky waters flow in swathes and the undulating waves seem to be squeezing  alongside.I want to take my seat which I guard zealously everyday.It is the last step leading to   the river where it touches the flowing waters.The stone has a bright glaze to it.It is smooth yet holds one securely.I take the seat  and hold my breath to easy pace.Before me 0pens up the entire world of nascent joys.I can see the bank opposite me.There usually is a great activity going on.It also has a ramshackle enclosure which is open at the top and the lower end.I always have a curiosity about what might be going on there.But the maximum I could see was t...

                                                       The Juggler The din and tussle of everyday life is  haunting .Celebrations  what are they? she was sitting, her back resting against the pillows which she always kept propped up against the bed stead.Her  smart phone was clanging incessantly .It was a harrowing experience  for her now.There were times when she hankered for a single clang of this demoniac instrument. The first msg beamed to her raised her palpitations to new heights.It was altogether  a different feeling .She carried it along everywhere so that she did not miss a single beap  and not be guilty of ignoring the sender.But more than that it was the fear of being left out  if she delayed responding. It fed her self esteem.She responded to each and every msg sent or any recycled ...