Memory Stash

Everyday ordinary people living their lives. They do the same things each day over and over again. Routine. Cross a live train track. Hang off the door of bus stuffed so full of people that it spews them out at random. Navigate their bikes between cars that have no visible space between them (a portal to another dimension meant just for two-wheelers!). These people are so busy doing their everyday ordinary things that they do not know to look up and see how extraordinary their lives are. Instead of staring at a famous actor potraying the "real" situation in the world, look at them. I glanced through the window bars of a fast moving local train as it dragged its wheels from Thane to CST. It was as if someone had taken a cross-section of human life and lain bare the hidden truth. The simple truth that life is the most beautiful thing on this planet. Not scenic beauty, not a bikini model and not even a freshly waxed sports car, but everyday ordinary people. A mom combing her da...

“We wants it, we needs it. My precious! They stole it from us, nasty hobbitses… it’s mine!!!!” I shouted as I chased my brother, who had run away with my chocolate. Was he thick? Never get between a girl and her precious, especially when she is PMSing. Learnt his lesson he did, that fat hobbit! Smacked him square in the jaw, my precious! I gobbled it as if I had not eaten in days, licking my fingers clean. But then, unfortunately, I happened upon a mirror. Lo behold, there should a giant gangly beast with huge round eyes, arms hanging down the side, shoulders drooping. Was this me? Is this what had happened? Had my precious (piece of chocolate) made me this bloated sack of a woman? Gollum! Gollum! Cue the tears. Menstruation always makes me want chocolate with a craving as severe as that of Smeagol, and sure when I put that precious in my mouth, I turn into a hideous beast, Gollum I start seeing in my mirror. There is a time when I am rational and sweet. I can convince myself that I...