Ego's perspective

  It was a peculiar night, the kind of night where stories come to life. Houses of ill repute and blinking streetlamps dimly illuminated the town. Leaving behind footprints on the snowy mud, a cloaked man walks... A tavern stood, barely visible in the blizzard. The man walked in and slips in two pence to a least drunk man and asks. "Point me to the direction of one William Shakespeare." The man lazily pocketed the coin and pointed to a jovial man chatting animatedly to a bored and half-asleep barkeep. Taking a stool near him, the man ordered a whiskey. In his merry mood, William studied the man. "Haven't seen you here before?" William asks. "Haven't been here before." "Ha, a witty traveler, just what I needed." William turned his chair to the man and extended his hand, chuckling drunkenly. "The name's William Shakespeare." The stranger made no move to shake Williams's hand. The rude yet witty stranger was g...

  New York, the city that is reborn every minute. Sekhmet , the cruise ship, stands majestically in the pale moonlight. After convincing his sister, Rachel, to board and that he would join her after a quick phone call, Raphael waves her off. Pulling out his phone, he walks towards the pier when a woman emerged from the shadows with ferocious speed and kissed him with feverous passion. After a brief shock, Raphael returned it with the same haste.   Breaking for air, she spoke. "Raf, where the hell were you? I’ve been waiting for, like half an hour." "Sorry Mel, it’s hard to convince her. She still has some doubts, "he spoke, pulling her close once more. It doesn’t matter if she had doubts. You gave me a word. You will come with me in Mac’s boat.” With a mischievous smile, she continued, "We will have all kinds of fun." Hand in hand, they walked to a smaller luxury boat bobbing with the waves; Omina . They have been plotting this since Raf found out th...

  It was a perfectly ordinary day by all means. The sun was shining on him, radiating warmth. The ground beneath his feet, a sense of security. Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen on days like these. For instance, the death of God. Joy walked into his new high school. Head held high with an invisible effort and his smile constantly changing and correcting itself. He knew no one would dare tell him that he only got into this school because of his father, Archangel Gabriel, but he knew. Lucian Academy for Angels and Demons. Here the best and brightest of celestial offspring learn and, once in a while, get the opportunity to be an archangel, an honour of the highest order. Archangel Remiel was old enough to die soon and the students would jump at the chance to be him. When an old angel dies, his body is destroyed but his soul remains with all his knowledge and memories concerning himself. A new student is selected and his body is offered as host to the soul. And his young...

കഥകൾ എന്നെ കബളിപ്പിച്ചു. അവളതിമനോഹരിയാണ്. അളന്ന് വയ്ക്കുന്ന കാലടികൾ. കാറ്റിൽ കവിത കോറിയിടുന്ന വിരലുകൾ. അവൾക്കാഭരണങ്ങളും ആടകളും ചേർച്ചയല്ല. ആദ്യനക്ഷത്രം പിറവികൊള്ളുമ്പോൾ, അവളുടെ കണ്ണുകൾ അവിടെയുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. അവസാന തിരി തണുക്കുമ്പോഴും, അവൾ അവിടെയുണ്ടാകും. ആ കൽവിളക്ക് തൊട്ട് കണ്ണെഴുതാൻ. മുടി. ഇരുട്ടിന്റെ കറുപ്പാണ്, കെട്ടിയിട്ടില്ല മുഖത്തേക്ക് വീഴുന്നവയെ വകഞ്ഞു മാറ്റുന്നുമില്ല. ആ കൈ പിടിച്ച് ഞാൻ നടന്നു. അവൾക്കനുകമ്പയും അറപ്പുമില്ല അവളെങ്ങോട്ടും പോവുകയുമില്ല എവിടെ നിന്നും വന്നതുമല്ല. അവൾക്കർത്ഥവും നിർവചനവുമില്ല അതിൻ്റെ ആവശ്യവുമില്ല. അവൾ മരണമാണ്, പക്ഷെ... കഥകളിലെ പോലെ അല്ല.