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The Shadow Tailor
Working with shadow is difficult. It’s slippery and my hands always come away damp. The fluid slips through my fingers in ribbons, a glistening ebony the color of coal and spiders. All light is absent from the room since even a minuscule flicker can damage the material. Burning holes in something flawless yet fragile. Onyx curtains obscure the windows, as to not let even a wisp of twilight inside the secluded workshop. The fire in the corner is cold, the wood damp. I haven’t lit it in weeks, leaving the chalky ash left to settle in drifts on every surface. My work absorbs every fiber of my bei...
The love for blood
In a world fueled by the resentment of everything humane, battle was a religion. Kindness was a damnation and violence was glorious. -----------------The rising sun was an explosion in the sky, splattering its orange hues across the horizon. He sat atop a raised golden stage, an offering to the gods, a deity.The girl kneeling in front of me on the dusty sand, raised her head in utter challenge. Defiance. I yanked her hair upwards so that her placid face was pointed at the sky. She kept her eyes fixed on the smear of colour across the skyline, a sense of peacefulness resting on her bruised feat...
Shh. It's Papa
1:00 AM 24th Dec 2016Satish stood on the balcony, drenched, bruised, and sore after climbing the drainage pipe to get on the deck. His knees were bleeding due to injuries during the climb. His shoulders and arms were hurting from lifting his body. He regretted wearing tight pants tonight, which had cut inside and now attached to his inner thighs. He stretched his legs wide and tried to pull his pants down to relieve the pain. His whole body was shaking and sweaty with fear and excitement. He took out his mobile to switch on the torch. It was unusually dark that night with a soft wind blowing. ...
Just an ordinary man.
Justwww.onedoor.cc an ordinary man.There is nothing as surprising, devastating and delightful on earth as the fickleness of human nature. This story starts in the middle. It is late night when Prakash Rao, a station master of a small railway station in a tiny town in Karnataka, India sits down to have his dinner. The meal is simple but satisfying. Rao lives alone and has a lady who comes day time, cooks and cleans and leaves his dinner in the kitchen. There are no modern amenities such as a microwave that Rao possesses, so the lady makes the dinner super hot and encases it in an old iro...