A Post-Apocalyptic Rock

A story from POV of a rock that survived an unknown apocalypse with a twist.

The Third India

It was him that provoked the intestines inside me. He was a lucky guy, got to do that at the Kennedy Center, I get to do this in Kakinada city centre. Maybe for the theatre, he chooses two. Or maybe he is privileged enough just to see those. Or he totally forgot amidst the social

Happily Complain

My room by now is completely filled with smoke and my remorse. I can barely see the tinted glass windows. I rarely breathe oxygen amongst the Marlboro just when my mind started thinking about you. All this time I felt I was hurting myself by hurting you. But too much tobacco made me see the

The Man on the Fifth Floor

As if, I knew it was something else. It was living outside of our dimension, where the rules of human had no impact. Where the death was an ignored truth in the human world, today I felt like I faced the death itself.

The Habit

The key was always a problem, it always takes at least 3 minutes just to open that door. It was like painting, the art of opening that lock. It required a precision, a tilt towards the left and a slide to that corner so that the key so to just touch the lever and slide

Fear Of The Unknown

What happened to me next wasn’t the first time, it was the second time. It started that night when I was sleeping alone in my room filled with darkness which can make us question our own sense of sight.

THE RACE

Long back when he was a young boy he knew what he was fighting for; love. But now, even he forgot what this is all about. Is it for the adrenaline of winning over her, or is it about getting the most prized possession, her love? It is a classic isn’t it? How miraculously we