Lumbar Room By Saki

Lumber Room By Saki

A story by Saki perfectly explains how a child’s imagination always come into conflict with dull and constricted world of adults Last night, I was reading a story ‘Lumber Room’ written by Hector Hugh Munro, better known by his pen name ‘Saki’ where he draws a contrast between the world of an adult and a child. Nicholas, the male protagonist of the story, has been … Continue reading Lumber Room By Saki

Creation

Creation

A wrestler in the ring attacked by another wrestler showing the same feats of courage as his opponent against his opponent not to win the battle but to prove his identity that others render as supercilious but for him, is as equivalent as a law because he is an object not a subject in the story created by him while a ring is his identification … Continue reading Creation

Ice And Fire

Ice And Fire

If life ever asked me to marry anyone contrary to my decision of not marrying any, I will marry any physically-abled man because I’m a mentally-abled woman myself. He will channel all his efforts to decrease my pain and to camouflage me against physical or emotional calamities; while I, being not in a proper mental state, will not understand what pain is and end up … Continue reading Ice And Fire

Tete a tete

Tête-à-Tête

I wanted to efface some pages of my life So I asked for help from my friend. She was busy collecting and compiling the torn pages of the notebook she was carrying so she asked me to wait for a while. I kept waiting – she kept compiling them. After some time, I expressed my urge to read them. Without any second thoughts, she let … Continue reading Tête-à-Tête

Slayed

I can’t give him anything except some weak hopes and bleak accounts, that are not sufficient enough to make him feel the pain, not of losing me, but of losing a chance to wag with pride and conceit in the midst of those moments that still reek of our togetherness, and bring me the tales of his indifference towards our part, His nonchalance doesn’t move … Continue reading Slayed

Pseudostein

Pseudostein

It has been ages since I penned my thoughts to lessen their strength, their might by letting them embroil in deafening gossips, and heart-wrenching monologues Back then, I used to let them fly as high as they could to shoulder my intellect through their experiences, It still makes me cry when I think of those nascent dreams that recently, erected on the canvas of my life, … Continue reading Pseudostein