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”

THE SPECTACLE OF THE NATIONS!


We quickly gathered around a visibly distraught Joe as he narrated his sensational ordeal.

“What an embarrassment. What wastage squander! My moment. The  glory that never was. I have no idea what happened right there. Everything backfired at the very last moment. All my senses crumbled at the countdown. I just couldn’t keep my head when it counted most. It seemed all I could think of was the idea of elephants drinking water!” Someone within the room struggled with much difficulty to hold his laughter. Continue reading “THE SPECTACLE OF THE NATIONS!”

Alone With The Man Eaters


There are reasons why people are in places, whether they know it or not; and regardless of the circumstances. Nothing just happens; for behind the scenes are forces that orchestrate what’s visible. The quest for greatness is endless, yet in the intricacies of the shades therein, there’s such a place as the ultimate source, the road to which persists as a confounding enigma through the ages. Amazing though is the curious observation nothing genuine has been known to exist without a counterfeit. That’s in plural. Yet a very short worded factor divides the difference extraordinaire between the two: Choice! Continue reading “Alone With The Man Eaters”

From Hero to Villain


I woke up that morning and there was the soul penetrating wall hanging with silver inscriptions: “He searches every heart and understands every motive behind the thoughts,” read the untitled message with a golden microscope beside it. For some time this treasured decoration had remained obscured from my attention. Continue reading “From Hero to Villain”

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