Old Hag had an interesting story to tell me after a long time. And it has lessons in psychology.
Category: Figments
Space
A spaced-in conversation.
Superiority
Two baboons engage in hierarchical inquiry and come to a curious crossroads about orientation.
Aloneness
A chat in a tent leads to a startling realisation about aloneness.
Mirth
My perch in the tree-house creaked. I sat heavily on my feeble rump, feeling in every breath the pangs of a bereaved man. “Old Hag knows the cause of your melancholy,” said Old Hag, who, turning around I noticed, was seated legs folded, roughly two feet off the floor in thin ether. “But let me…
Spawning
I knew that at the end of every dark night there was a radiant morning, and all that, but this was an exceptionally exquisite one last winter in Kanha. And yet, in a moment, it’d be gone, the rising sun washing away the scene like writings on the beach are purged by the evening tide….
Revelations in the Dark
I’m the water for which you thirst, the fire in which you burn, and the air that fans it. I’m the quiver of your lips, the throb in your belly, the blood in your cheeks and the stutter on your tongue.I’m your frown of frustration and squeal of delight.I’m the spring in your step, the…
Eyes of Innocence
Past the rocks that flank the road Dawn by dawn I pass her abode Whose visage adorns the tendrils and leaves Through them her form beams and sieves. In the eyes that glitter There is an eloquence atwitter – Unspoken but unrepressed, It presses on me the trying test. And I on my part, with…
Idol Worship
In all my limited wisdom, I claim to be secular, and that is not by the connotation that we Indians have conjured for our political furtherance, but in the actual unalloyed lexical sense as known in the Occident. I concede that, during embattled times, as the unveiling day of the frighteningly ugly exam results drew…
Trick Boxing
In contrast to the glamorous sports of the human world, which erect stardom, fuel passions and ignite effigies, break backs with frayed tempers, weld relationships and engender scandals, halt countries and drive lucre under cobwebbed wooden tables, there is in this much pecuniary labyrinth yet a sport that is untouched by the wand of fame…
Reverie at Tea
“Chug chug” rumbles the train. “Cluck cluck” protest the rails as the heavy wheels roll on them. “Right-ho, Jeeves” lies open beside. All is dark. There is a gentle zephyr. Restful. Nice, cool. There is a lull. Then there is light. Not bright, dim. Soothing, not intrusive. Somewhere in a forest. A bunch of stripes…
Uncle Grey’s Fishing Lessons
Welcome to Uncle Grey’s Fishing Lessons, where Mr. Heron Grey, in his distinguished capacity as Chief Fishing Officer of his circle, will demonstrate the fine art of aerial fishing in four easy steps. Requisites: A pair of wide, light, wings that work; all-weather feathers with full water resistance; a keen eye with ‘diffractive optics’ to…
Tawny Diaries: Summer Slam
The gate opened and I streamed in. I could barely wait to see her at the stream. The path cut through a slice of heaven. Dew-drenched leaves were strewn beneath giant, tall trees as brilliant shafts of sun-rays filtered through the gaps in their canopy. Birds chirped and flitted between branches and their songs rang…
‘Lingua Amore’
The play was intense but the tot couldn’t stay away for long. She waded through the brownish with a splash and ended up by her mother in a flash, who, welcoming her hearty child warmly, licked her nape with her long, pink tongue. The cub kissed her guardian angel on the chin and then nuzzled…
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