He was walking down the field. No idea where he was or what he was doing ... a wolf howled. He shivered for a second and got his calm back right in time. What creature is that? He thought. He guessed, 'it is a dog!'. The cleric beast? He had heard rumors? Were they true?
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Posted by Sushir Pande at 12:25 AM
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
That afternoon, nothing was more depressing for him than to hear the voice he had once learnt to love, putting him down. He cursed himself for forgetting what she had done to him three years ago. He knew he had not loved anyone with such intensity before her. He was in love again, with a new girl, more intense, better. He had expected her to share his new found happiness with him. He could sense the arrogance in her voice. He could sense the hatred she had developed over the years. He could sense her happiness seeking his own solace, to end it, to destroy it. While he was being told that he was a no good story spinner who wants to be someone else, he was busy remembering how all this had gone down. He remembered how he had not wanted to break these chains. He remembered how it was utterly difficult for him to digest anything he had heard in those two years of companionship with her. He knew her truth. Venomous. How she had claimed she had dreams beyond the reach of an average human. How she had told him how they would share a future that would be unmatched. He remembered how he had left everything and everyone just to love her each and every second of his life. He remembered the sting of depression in its true sense. Halfway through the conversation, after being told that he was a good for nothing loser in life she told him how everyone who has left him has been sensible enough in doing so; he started laughing. He laughed his heart out. He had just in a breath realised that he had been through all this and none of this would ever effect him again. Click! He hung up and walked towards the refrigerator. Phew! What a day! He thought to himself. He switched the television on. He poured a Bacardi into his glass and added a couple of cubes of ice. Cheering his own idiosyncrasy he made a toast to his past and to things he did not ever want to relive. He thought about the great times he has had and the bad ones from which he had learnt. He was happy. Things around him were not in great shape. But still, he was happy in his new found maturity and happiness. Happiness that had come from the fact that he could selflessly love again.
Posted by Sushir Pande at 11:03 PM
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Posted by Sushir Pande at 8:27 PM
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Hope you are doing fine. I am doing fine now. I have numbed my senses to the point of no return. From you I got what I had wanted for a long long time; a realistic view of things. Reality never was really my thing until you came along. I got a crash course in perception. And boy, what a crash it was. I have bled myself to the point that I have no blood left in my body to even feel the pinch. I have beaten myself to the point where I have no choice but to believe that it was 'all' my fault. I mean, we should face the facts here, it was actually all my fault. See, I accept it now.
Posted by Sushir Pande at 7:21 PM
Thursday, October 16, 2008
As the reinforced steel doors gave way to my angling perceptions of how life would be in its aftermath, I double checked my watch. It was exactly 1:34am. Six more minutes of uncertainty. Six more minutes of my old life. I had made mistakes in life. Many mistakes. As I had promised myself this was to be the last one. Jack Estolio was never to steal again. Better put, he wouldn't have the need to steal anymore. That's right, there was enough money behind this door to suffice for two of my family lifetimes. It was the heist of the century. 200 Million Dollars. I could get back my life. My son would go to a decent college. My wife would have barbecue parties on the patio where she would flaunt her new fur coat from France. My debts will be paid off. I'd ride in a chauffeured limousine. I'd invest money in the markets long-term to double it in every 10 years or so. Anna and I would watch the sunset from our beach mansion's balcony and get right back in thereafter...
Posted by Sushir Pande at 1:07 AM