A writer’s journey.

A writer’s journey.

By Ashutosh Gursale14 Comments
The fresh breeze coming from the ocean leaves a salty taste on his lips, but it doesn't matter, Arush is already lost in a trance. The water touches his ankle every time a wave pushes them out towards land. He opens his collar button and takes a deep breath in. As he unbuttons his shirt, he can feel the mask of the corporate man fall off. It's the first time in ages that he has come by this lonely part of the shore. He reminisces every happy memory he has here. But one particular memory is very vivid. *** 'How many shapes did you see today?' His sister ran towards him, while he was lying on the warm sand. 'None.' He said, looking accusingly towards the distorted clouds. 'I feel like my imagination has ended, Naina. Why? Why can't I see a shape today!' Arush hears his 8-year-old self crying and an unexpected smile crosses his face. 'Oh, little brother!' He hated being her "little...
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Sophism Of Our Mind- The Finale.

Sophism Of Our Mind- The Finale.

By Ashutosh Gursale10 Comments
The finale to an old tale: Sophism Of Our Mind Sophism Of Our Mind - The one before Finale The Following Friday "Dude, did you look at the crowd?" After his hit concert Kade's more amazed than anyone else. "Yes, 15000 people on your first concert. We 3 were among them, thank us douché. You've had a great promotion team, certainly." He leaps on me and hugs chokes me tight. "Alright, the drinks on me boys." As we slip on the stools in front the bar an old lady comes up and winks at us. " 'eard you were a hit, bunny? 'hat do you want tonight?" Bunny? "Your best serve, but don't go hard on these kids!" And certainly she does the opposite. With her wrinkled hands she picks a bottle from the shelf and wiggles it around her arms and fills 4 pints for each of us, topping it with olives. "Did she just call you Bunny?" I ask him out of curiousity. "Been a regular customer." He answers with...
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