It was a fateful day. The freight container was fully secured, thrice locked. It contained The Last Drop of Oceanzong. World’s largest city Oceanzong was named so because it was surrounded by water bodies and it seemed as if the ocean was always singing to the land—a song of life, of existence. A satellite vision of Oceanzong once had resembled an exotic gem, floating on turquoise waters. The rivers and streams of the land appeared like dexterous artworks that let the turquoise gleam through its surface. The lush green forests and grasslands impregnated life, and the coral reefs of the beach added mesmerising shades and ensured a comfortable climate for life. But as years passed, many of the rivers vanished beyond trace and others became stagnant and rotten under the greed of its inhabitants. Greenery and life gave way to fire and strife. The song of the ocean was replaced…
He was shivering and sweating profusely. If not for this red rope tied to the insides of this, this—platform or whatever—I would have fallen…
Somewhere in Madras Presidency, sometime before the ̐Channar revolt, the twin-conical fabric sat on the coir bed way before the bride entered the room.…
In a particularly small town, on a particularly small street, there lived two small youngsters- their houses leaning towards each other as would young…
There was a flash of gold in the window. Shawn, a young boy of nineteen, saw it again, in the topmost window of the…
It was Shailee’s first car, a brand new shiny, ice blue Subaru. After driving the hand-me-down 97 model Honda Accord, for 21 years, the…
I am on a wooden boat with mother and baby brother, crossing the buzzing, high-current Diyun Hka river from the Miao bank to the…
They loved to go to the hills. Every November, Jun never misses an opportunity to ask Akakh for ride to Shillong, where the hills…
My father has been blind by one eye. When he turned deaf he became somewhat helpless. “Is this what next?” he often asked looking…
