I stood in a deserted engine manufacturing shop floor. It was a block closure day. The runts of the corporate employees, we worked all through the Saturday sun and breeze. People came by; they huddled in a corner near the exit of the shop, far from where I was standing, laughing and talking enthusiastically. I... Continue Reading →
Ramble and Fumble 1: Blots on a Paper
A blot on a paper does not rest at a spot. It spreads slowly buy surely, arching one leg forward followed by another and another; it seems to never stop unless it dries. By that time, it has left an impression. The blot remains for as long as the paper exists. Words are nothing but... Continue Reading →