Stochastic Cerebrations

It had just stopped raining, yet standing in the balcony he was feeling suffocating - was it because of the humidity or was there something which was suffocating him from within?  Seven floors down, he noticed a girl playing. With a handful of colorful pebbles he went down, just to play with her. The girl had a small bag full of beautiful marbles, which after a while she offered him in exchange of the pebbles. The boy agreed. The girl kept the biggest and the most precious marble aside and gave the rest to the boy. The boy gave her all his pebbles. That night the guy slept peacefully but the girl couldn't. All the time she kept wondering if the guy had hidden some pebbles from her the way she had hidden the precious marble When the boy narrated the story, I smiled a bit and said to myself that no matter how close you are to someone - be it your parents or your friends and the numerous categories in which you classify friends, If you don't your cent percent in a relati...

There was a puddle on the painted sill as the dew trickled down the windowpane. Through the obnubilated glass, I watched a receding figure, with shoulders stooped against the torrential rain. Against the cool, wet glass, Jen leant her forehead. She would do anything for Tom. It was spring, when he had first brought her here. Just a friend and nothing else, he had said. She had a slim figure, a delicate one but could not swim. Catching the waves, he was on for a surf, showing off. She lay on the plaid blanket, wrapped in a brightly colored skirt. But, I stayed indoors. The rain made it difficult for me to make out his figure on the beach below. A contorted silhouette, the runnels running down the pane made his appearance a fractured one. All I needed was a fraction of unmindfulness to let him slip and fall into one these runnels, his illuminated self ending up in a soppy heap of termite dust. I kept on holding him in place with my gaze. As the days passed, the outi...

The long svelte legs walked peacefully leaving faint embossments on the porous sand which was wet yet loose. Her dark brown hair glimmered in the light, looking like silk, dancing down beyond her shoulders with a pace she put forth; her blue eyes wandered towards the aeonian ocean with milky waves splashed the water on her; Her hands, slender and clasped together resembled the earth. The water had always been an conundrum for her. All of a sudden, everything turned quiet, there was an unusual silence around her. The deep rustic colored Sun was hitting the bed somewhere in the gigantic sky casting a dazzling image of the blue waters which looked even more royal. With the onset of dusk, the painted galore of red, orange and yellow hues seemed to grow denser with an cerulean on its lining.It was the most amazing painting the master artist could create. The unison of the birds and the waves hit one another twitched her sharp nose. It appeared as if the master of light was bidding adieu ...

Amidst the October night sky, The 15th element of the periodic table was flashing white, with flashes that flew low followed by a hebetudinous thump, her legs quaked as she felt the vibrations come up through the terra firma. The canines began to bark, the felines meowed louder than she could recall and then there was silence. Blossom, was at the top floor of her building, her heart was racing with hopes as the final skyrocket had been launched and that was the concluding thud of the evening. She thought everything was coming to an end and finally she could catch up on her sleep. In that fraction of muteness she was at peace, and so were the pets, atleast they seemed to be. Just then a flash followed by a deafening boom shook the windows, sending the pets into the most demented delirium she had ever witnessed. "Holy crap! Bloody son of a man..I just loathe this". The frustration piled up over the years was decipherable  in her dull voice full of annoyance and hatre...

She was standing there, with her hand resting on the coffin, with the scent of white lilies, rose foliage and lacquer, she was breathing heavily. The  fold was watching.  There were no scarcity of memories, be it strolling together in the sunshine to running/dancing in the rain or going on a random walk on a highway - getting lost and finding their way again, worrying about those unpaid maids, driver and utility bills; Celebrating almost everything - tiny or huge; shopping for each other to shopping for friends and relatives. She tried to marshal those  higgledy-piggledy   reminiscences  into order, allowing her to say something lucid. As soon as she did, something strange happened. Every now and then she started to analyze those memories,  but they became gradually less discrete and then vanished all together. Just like,  the more you squeeze, the more sand trickles through your fist, these memories played the same game with her. As it kept on ...

With the sky as clean a slate, sitting on the tip of a boulder in between a shallow river, he asked for an explanation, a justification for how do he stop himself from being hurt over and over again. They say the first time you make a mistake its an accident, the second time you make the same mistake its a habit, but he went on committing the emotional suicide by the same method time and again. The only thought which came to his mind was how exactly could he stop his heart from sinking? Was there any life jacket available? Was there any life guard who could help him reach the shore ? He hardly trusted anyone and whenever he did, it was again disproportionate. He told them everything, from eating a polo to spilling the biggest and the darkest secrets. They became an exception to almost everything he did. They were involved in every thought and action, with the idea that they would think of him, the same. But, the bitter truth is they kept him at the periphery of their lives, even o...

Sometimes, silence is the best way to console someone and becomes the greatest source of strength The sunlight was as soft as a baby's skin, cool breeze tickling like a feather, elixir of life dripping from heaven on the Gulmohar in front of her.She was sitting under a thatch waiting for her friend. Just then, her phone rang. Regaining her senses, she noticed the number being displayed on the screen. An unknown number. Who could it be? Call center may be? She answered the call. The voice was somber. In another 10 minutes, it all happened. She was rated as the poorest performer of her prestigious team. Her spirits had a free fall. All of a sudden, the happiness of the surrounding was replaced by the lugubriousness. Expression of indifference and frustration devastated the smile.Facing away from her friend, whom she could hear asking innocent questions. She sat there, staring at the tree in front of her. The phone was disconnected, but she was still pretending to be on call. ...

Marshes, pits and light air had embraced him and his thoughts. Oscillating between fantasy and the real world, his soul was being eaten away as his past was dawning upon him. The bearer of demented thoughts attacked him, challenging his happiness. All that which mattered - life, love, relation etc as he knew it, were now in a way being demolished. With the feeling that the cosmos was crashing down on him, he woke up. He saw his surroundings - scattered clouds emblazoned vividly. Like the phoenix, the sun emerged from his dungeon of thoughts, the breeze washed away the dementors of the night. The trees which once looked like a giant monster with multiple limbs were now appearing as the most sensational creation of god. With the birds choiring up their symphony, he was pushed into another dream. Cavorting of people outside the window lifted him out of his dream and then he saw someone. There was stranger who was with him all along, bearing an affectionate smile. The eyes of the...