Author Archives: Patmaj

Everything seemed to happen late with him in life. He got his first job late. First girlfriend. First kiss. First sex. Everything came much later to him than he would like. But by now he was getting used to it. It was an inevitable part of his life. Timely, easy, was something he was justContinue reading “The Gallery”

The sky was a beautiful shade of orangish blue that evening. The setting sun was spreading its colour all over the blue canvas it seemed. She whistled an old tune as she drove along the empty long and winding road. One hand on the wheel and the other on the side of her door sheContinue reading “The Drive”

Coffee stains on the table reminded her of him. His annoying habit of keeping a mug without a coaster. Sometimes there’s be cigarette stubs too. The irritation would increase. An inverted book on the bookshelf always upset her. Every time during her weekly dusting routine she would find at least a couple of books shovedContinue reading “Coffee Stains”

The bowl of soup lay untouched on the kitchen slab. The microwave door was half opened. The cool air rushed in from the open window and brought along with it a few drops of rain. They kissed her and rolled over closed eyes and trickled down her beautiful face. Taking with them a few tearsContinue reading “The Bowl of Soup”

He could have well refused the ride. He thought for a while as the address flashed in front of his eyes and then decided to accept it. He had to drive a couple of minutes to pick his passenger. A million memories jostled in his mind during that journey of two minutes. The name wasn’tContinue reading “Arnold Grove”

I love you I love you I love you, for sentimental reasons… Sam Cooke’s eternal classic seemed to echo his thoughts that evening as he sat along by the corner table of the bar. It was retro night and the young crooner was belting out one classic after another. He sat alone with his mugContinue reading “Sky Blue”

Who’s he? She’s asked him during the interval of the movie. Unwittingly the tall guy had come and plonked himself in between them. Both of them had been too polite and shy to protest and ask him to move. They were a huge group of friends out for a movie together. But as always theyContinue reading “Walkman”

Some stories are best left unwritten. Those words stuck to him forever. It was the night of the Sting concert and she said it to him as they walked back from the concert towards her home. He wanted to hold her hand as they walked but couldn’t get himself to it. They were speaking ofContinue reading “Unwritten”

The smallest of things would remind him of her. Most of the times they would come unannounced. A small gesture by someone, a word spoken or the melody of an old song. Just about anything would make him think of her.He kept fidgeting with his paper cup absent-mindedly. The black coffee lay untouched as heContinue reading “Black Coffee”