There was a time when I whistled through the night sky in my sleigh; jubilant and possessed with a need to give. The children went to sleep on Christmas Eve with a smile on their faces because they knew that I delivered what I promised year after year. Love beckoned me, and I chased her […]Read more "Kris Kringle"
I’m an android who was created in a post-apocalyptic world in which alien moths had eaten up most of mankind. They arrived in little space ships which were the size of teacups and though the humans managed to swat a few; the ones that escaped emerged from their UFOs and ate people like a shoal […]Read more "The meaning of life"
Before they arrived, we had our ideas of what they’d be like, and often wondered if they existed at all. But when they did, our powers of comprehension failed us, and we couldn’t fathom who they were, and what they did to our world. I remember that day more than any other. We didn’t see […]Read more "Them"
The beef-eating Sadhus, Sundar and Bundar were lynched. – Anonymous Anonymous’s crisp, concise, lucid, pragmatic style is like petrichor after the boisterous farting of the neo-jazz postmodern novels. No discordant trombones, no horrisonant, screeching trumpets playing that sharp C. The beef-eating Sadhus is just a to-the-point, in-your-face micro-novel. – The New Guardian Anonymous’s exploration of […]Read more "Reviews for the beef-eating Sadhus"
So, we’re a bunch of elitist men discussing the subtleties and nuances of a Rembrandt – the rich browns and the gentle beiges – in a stylish lounge bar, sipping on Château Cheval Blanc. We then talk about Ezra Pound and Fascism. “I quite enjoy him. He’s an exotic, fragile thrill,” I say; my voice […]Read more "Fine old gentlemen"
That day, I found myself on purple grass under a green sky. There were two moons in the sky and half a sun that burned furiously. I was sweating profusely, but when I wiped a little sweat off my forehead, I realized that I was sweating blood. I panicked. I shuddered. I thought I was […]Read more "The mythos of reasoning"
I woke up that morning, feeling sixty-five and I needed a walk. I needed to breathe in the fresh air. Now, I lived on the outskirts of the city and there was a Jacaranda Park very close to my house. The violet-blue flowers dancing to the rhythm of the morning breeze invigorated me and filled […]Read more "Sodom"