By: Alan Berger We told and tell people we met in Church. At St. Patrick’s Cathedral yet. That would be a falsehood, but she liked saying it. She called herself “A romantic embellisher”. We met within sighting distance of St….
By Balu George Interior – Restaurant – Afternoon – Cochin. Two men in their mid-thirties are seated at a table having lunch. One is Paul, who runs an aquarium store and the other is Rajeev who works in an I.T…
By: Onkar Sharma He walked by the bridge-rail and mumbled. He sobbed on the past mistakes and tumbled. Yet he did hold himself and stopped in the centre to overlook the eerie waves that did enter in broad daylight through…
By: Dan Cardoza It’s late October, my favorite time of year. I can smell the damp rust of autumn leaves in the crisp air. I vow to take my sweet time on this beautiful Saturday morning. After mowing the lawn, I…
By: Alyssa Trivett It was never the property, or any sort of bloodline. Lightbulbs crackled like World War II radio static. Dogs being walked stopped in their tracks. Fan blades always whir, the switch was never flipped. Your clothes collect dust….
By: Alan Berger Of course they grew up together on the same block and were closer than the brothers and sisters that they were dealt. Mike and Paul, Paul and mike. Of course, yeah sure. Both of their fathers were…
By: Alan Berger A wedding? What are you nuts? Let me straiten you out. So what if I wasn’t born into it? I was born, and I grabbed it. We didn’t start off in bad shape. Who does? Not us….
By: Alan Berger What a wonderful year it was for business. An architect with a waiting line was he. Word gets around after you do a few good buildings. Then again, I do have a style reminiscent of Frank Lloyd Wright….
By: Preeth Ganapathy On stillness In the morning, The stillness descends easy. As I sit by, The side of The placid Lake waters Observing the dew flecked petals Of the red Gulmohar flower And ride gently on the Vagabond White clouds…
