Category: Prose

AUSPICIOUS


Continued from last week’s ONE MOMENT IN TIME

“Right where they are now…wait a minute!” Came a gentle whisper as he lowered his hand, eyes fixed on the couple. He was peculiarly zeroing in on the lady’s arms. His counterpart had a fair understanding of the shades of moments and their accompanying significance. This one was not impotent.

The Patriot’s eyes were suddenly overflowing with life as the peasant duet came closer. He stood petrified, in a fixed gaze, as his counterpart looked on, mouth wide open, hands stuck to her chest. He reached out for the bundle of joy handed over to him in what depicted a flawlessly rehearsed script. Continue reading “AUSPICIOUS” →

ENEMY OF STATE…A RERUN


There was a major stir within the royal courts as the flamboyant contingent of luminaries blazed its way in a grand exit. The city was on high alert following news just in. State officials, military and intelligence chiefs were making their way to the first house for an emergency priority meeting .Word was rife within the echelons of power the Nation was at the verge of a state of emergency. Continue reading “ENEMY OF STATE…A RERUN” →

ONE MOMENT IN TIME!


Another day! A morning. At sunrise! One may as well have called it dawn…Yes! Especially that one… Dawn! Sometimes it’s all one and the same word, others one and the same thing. The distinctions on the shades there-in do not always stand out. Because the sting of the mundane renders one too many numbed til it doesn’t really matter.For one already saw it yesterday, there it is today, as expected, with tomorrow a sure bet in occurrence and fashion alike. Continue reading “ONE MOMENT IN TIME!” →

THE TEMPLATE ENIGMA


What a moment…when reality and fiction meet at the inevitable momentous arena of decision…more amazingly when office and function clash on impact before the priority trail of the spectacle of the Nations. You neither want to be caught in the cross fire, nor appear on the wrong side of the equation. It is the ultimate litmus test, when fine-tuned distinctions must be made within the scale, such as exists between Fear and Faith… Continue reading “THE TEMPLATE ENIGMA” →

WHEN THE MARTIANS COME CALLING!


Continued from last week’s Invasion…The “F” Factor…

“Stop!” Shouted an enraged conductor at the top of his voice, his eyes fixed at the concertmaster. The audience was heavily pregnant with expectation as the auditorium went gravely silent.

 “That was F-Minor, not F-Major!” Remember you have to keep it at F-Major no matter what happens. You knew that, didn’t you?! Now see what disaster you’ve caused. Your crucial instrument is from now on muted. What are we going to do?!” Continue reading “WHEN THE MARTIANS COME CALLING!” →

INVASION…THE “F” FACTOR


It was the matchless story of ages, the spectacle of the Nations and the untold mystery of world’s greatest wonder articulated in a magnificent performance of the season. The awesome display of a refined synchronized work of art, gift and beauty converged in a grand public statement of the blazing trail. It was the story of past, present and future unfolding along a common story-line in such an ineluctable  fashion there were simply no words to depict. The sponsors and critics of fate and destiny alike were engrossed in a heated endless contest on which way the spectacle was exactly headed. Yet it seemed truth lay way beyond either, rapidly moving forward in a life of her own, a domain elusive from the wit and scrutiny of the naked mind and eye respectively, with the child like simplicity of the substance it bore: Truth! Continue reading “INVASION…THE “F” FACTOR” →

WITH A TOUCH OF THE HUNGRY RED DRAGON!


The Grand finale… continued from last week’s “The Sons o Balaam”

He encircled his lucrative target one more time spreading over the expansive plain and came descending upon the unsuspecting kindred, ready to unleash terror from all faculties. His indicators confirmed the landmine was in place. There was not a chance for escape, even for the luckiest. This would be the day truth is wiped off the map of the world. Maybe he had something to be proud of after all. Maybe he was really at the verge of making history. Maybe it was worth the carrot or the carrot worth the effort, he thought to himself as he lowered his thumb on the detonator,his face displaying great anticipation.

“Your long miserable trek just got nastier folks!” He sarcastically muttered to himself. Continue reading “WITH A TOUCH OF THE HUNGRY RED DRAGON!” →

THE SONS OF BALAAM


Continued from last week’s Land Mine of the Great Trek…

It’s been said unlike poles attract. As the luminary flew his jet over the plain there was no doubt in his mind he represented an extreme contrast to the kindred underneath. The thought their identity would ultimately take dominion over the earth gave him a strongly repulsive churn in his stomach laced with monumental proportions of anger. As he casually glanced over the detonator, he knew he had turned into a different person. He knew he was doing the wrong thing. But then it’s whom he had become! How could he be so wrong yet feel so right? For he found himself knowing one thing yet by contrast doing a different one all together, this with a guarded eerie sense of ease. Continue reading “THE SONS OF BALAAM” →

LAND MINE OF THE GREAT TREK


“I will be a dear friend to your allies and your antagonists’ worst nightmare…”

Sometimes, the less one knows the safer it is for them. I guess this was the one message ringing loud and clear in the luminary’s mind at the end of the most eventful episode. And what a dramatic encounter this had been! It is one thing knowing what is right… a different matter all together, one of absolute contrast, making an intentional choice to do it…harder still, doing it. It comes as no information at all the hostile tag of war in progress between these two worlds: Knowing and Doing! Even with the writing clearly on the wall. The battle terminally rages on, even now as we speak. Continue reading “LAND MINE OF THE GREAT TREK” →

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