One afternoon, months into the pandemic, I sat with my sister on the balcony playing Uno. The sun was scorching, someone was screaming on the streets and never mind the drilling that refused to stop in the building opposite to ours. But still, we had nothing else to do, so…

Act 1 I see myself. It’s usually in the few seconds after I pull my body off the bed, that I begin my game. Call it a movie, actually. Over the years, it’s only got more conflicted and chaotic. But that’s what makes a good story, right? I do not remember ever…

An old house sat on the edge of a small, sleepy town. Some said it had been long abandoned, others believed it was home to a ghost. The walls were decked with cobwebs, the paint sour and chipped. The town’s oldest resident claimed that the house had stood there even…

The night sky draped around the forest like the brushstrokes of a brooding artist. A mute landscape, brimming with consolations but devoid of sounds, silence had lent itself to his grief. The birds flew, but they didn’t chirp. The wind blew, but it didn’t whistle. The trees and those that…

“Hubris,” men mutter as they watch the boy fall, his wings wilting, feathers falling and hot wax gliding down his burning skin. …

One day after another and now we’ve left behind December. I still haven’t flipped the pages of the calendar, but time is a resolute friend on an endless walk. It keeps marching ahead. Despite my protestations it keeps walking, leaving me with no choice but to follow along. Time’s steps…

Why do we do the things we do? This question might as well be etched on my skin. Call it curiosity, an obsession or insanity, but every time I decide to do something, I am always greeted with a one-syllable sound in my mind — Why? Why? Why? Why? It…

$200 Billion That’s how big Japan’s Pachinko industry is. And if you’ve never been to Japan or read Min Jin Lee’s ‘Pachinko’, you are probably wondering– what the heck is Pachinko? To answer that question we need to go back to 1924 when the Corinthian Bagatelle, a billiards-derived indoor table…

It happens often. At the moment, it makes perfect sense. I have a point to make. It sounds justified. Rational. I nod with certainty when I re-read the words I have poured out with utmost sincerity. It sounds like the truth. “Of course it is,” I reassure myself. I hit…