My Writing

Right Left  Another Left  The sound of running feet echoes through the narrow dark alley as I run though the thin stone road trying to memorize the route I took to reach here. But after the tenth corner I forgot the exact sequence of turns and now I’m running blind.  I stumble on a loose stone and almost fall but regain my balance.  If I fall I die.  I spot a slim crack in the wall and turn to my left. I quietly walk further in, hoping they wouldn’t spot me. The walls closing in on me as I move inside. Suddenly, I hear footsteps accompanied with animal like sounds from the entrance of the crack. I stop walking and stand still, trying to get my loud heartbeat under control, praying to god to save me from the people I once used to know.  I look up to the sky for some guidance and spot a thin slice of the dark starry sky above. All around me there are huge walls.  These walls aren’t really walls, they are heaps of waste, accumulated over generations. In t...

In these trying times a thought comes to mind – Is this what the apocalypse looks like?  Whenever we thought of an apocalypse, we pictured it as a zombie apocalypse or a natural disaster or a very different sort of society with no democracy. This was the Hollywood version of an apocalypse.  Never in a million years did we think that an invisible enemy could bring an apocalypse like situation, capable of bringing the entire human population to its knees – dividing our lives into a Before and After version.  Before, we were free, independent … normal and now the Before version of our lives feels like a dream. Everything is changing and it’s changing too fast. One day we had a normal day and the next morning our lives changed completely. The worst part is, the transition period isn’t over yet. It’s still evolving, changing every day. The more time goes in this period the more life is going to change and will remain that way for a long time. Maybe this virus is nature’s idea ...