All is the fence, and the land within.
Author
: Meher Manda
Blog
: Tryst with newness
Date
: 8/30/2012 6:26:00 AM
'There was nothing about the fence that signalled the start and end of life. But still we were here, you and I, having seated ourselves, to comfort, wondering whether life and death were subsequent, and whether the soul was transparent. “It is, they show it in the movies.”“If it were, you wouldn’t have been able to see it.”“It is a fucking hypothesis, okay?”I nod. And while we talked, the cockroach, the one that could fly, kept fluttering its wings, up and down, round and about. Whil(...)'
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Hysteria.
Author
: Meher Manda
Blog
: Tryst with newness
Date
: 5/27/2012 8:18:00 AM
'She's an eccentric lover.Laughing her way through salty rain drops making way from her eyes to her numb, cold, wanting lips.Claustrophobic in an empty, barely furnished abode, nursing a fleeting slideshow of despair and guileless, pubescent love. Bursting out like victims of steadfastness from the jailed lock-horns of farce. Deep, senile love doing its frolic, in a smiling head, gleefully clapping her way through a room of dancing others. Diving ai(...)'
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the uncommon goodness.
Author
: Meher Manda
Blog
: Tryst with newness
Date
: 11/9/2011 6:01:00 AM
'Misfit, clearly in the common eyes,she declines to her world,where love is a genuine gesture,and respect, abound.Childhood restrictions not withstanding,she finds her peace,in the arms of the elephant-tusk god.But was she a she, or a he?Such are the commoner's questions.As she's answer with a smile. P. S. That is a picture taken of Shaheen, a Transgender, by me, when I, along with a few classmates did my sociology project with them. '
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Gold chariots and the likes.
Author
: Meher Manda
Blog
: Tryst with newness
Date
: 10/27/2011 2:41:00 PM
'We've all been subjected to grandma tales.But what left Kiu a little perplexed is if any of them ever came true.Kiu would walk, into the lonely terrains and mythical thoughts, into those imaginative ideas and floating shadows, often questioning her whereabouts whether she should lay down her instincts onto those tales of yore.But, what she searches for is not what you and I may understand..She dreams,of the strange mix of love and touch,of life and death.And then he happened, a(...)'
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Why complexistan can't not be understood.
Author
: Meher Manda
Blog
: Tryst with newness
Date
: 10/22/2011 6:28:00 PM
'To comprehend this story, I have to tell you, that its a part of a series. The first two stories can be found here and here. My, friend, the very own archetypal ruler, have given me a sense of deep grief.Its this feeling of forlorn sadness, that I had assumed to be mine.Until you came along, bringing a rainbow of colours, not the restricted seven, but the meandering hundred. We sat amidst them, like bumblebees among flowers, counting our happiness among hues. Oh, archetypa(...)'
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