Stochastic Cerebrations

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...

Picture this: A person is moving all alone in a desert with the sun throwing fireballs and all of a sudden he notices an oasis. An oasis, so beautiful that it could have only existed in fairy tales. The person crawls his way to the oasis and sets up a camp. With each day passing, he realizes that the oasis too has accepted him and loves his presence. Day in and Day out, the Oasis cared for this guy and the guy in turn cared for the oasis. There existed an invisible bond between the two which was like the wind, one can't see it but can feel it.  They made a separate world of their own, free from any kind of impurity, away from evils. Both of them were like the force shield for each other, keeping the dementors at bay. One day in his dream he saw that the oasis turned into a human being who could only be compared to an angel from heaven. But soon, he realized it wasn't a dream. It was for real, the oasis had turned into an angel. People used to get jealous by their bonding...

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...

With what started as a sun lit day, was now a battle ground of wind and rain. He got out of his college and ran towards his car. The zephyr and the raindrops were enough to uplift his mood. The torrential rain made it very difficult for him to open his eyes, to get a glimpse of the darkness surrounding him. The words of his mentor -"The best things in life are the unseen, that’s why we close our eyes when we kiss, cry and dream.” flashed in front of him. He began to reflect, how could he miss another exquisite thing, which he happened to notice today? But then, all these beautiful moments of life which keeps on happening at regular intervals never last for a long time and probably that is biggest and most abrasive reality of life.  Realizing that he had romanced enough with nature, he got into the car and with shivering hands, turned it on.  In life, We change our priorities according to the situations. His top priority of romancing with the nature or returning home was n...