He lay there on the bed, his arm sticking out, limp as if it were paralysed, and a finger barely holding the book lying on the ground. He was staring at a portrait.
I’m going to be honest here.
The last few days have been, well, quite tormenting for me. Having a major fall out with people who are (well, were, now) close to me, getting my heart broken (yes, I finally experienced what true heartbreak feels like), things not…
She looks into the broken piece of mirror, grinning hysterically at her jagged reflection, and contemplating as to where to…
While talking to one of my friends about football (as usual), I was reminded of this movie, The Damned United, and one of the…
Recently, I happened to chance across this movie, Fire(1996), written and directed by Deepa Mehta. Apparently, it was one of the first mainstream Indian movie to explicitly showcase a romantic homosexual relationship.
Looking at the photograph of his “Love of my life”, he stood in the middle of a completely derelict hall. His heart was throbbing…
Silently knitting a small sweater for her dog Ronnie, as she liked to call him, Mary sat in the porch, lost in thought…
Standing in the backyardA voice calling with a familiar tendernessFollowing my feet, a figure emerged out of the darkness.
“Congratulations and have a happy retired life!” said the enthusiastic manager to Omar Saheb. “Here’s a token of our appreciation” he…