AMEETHYST

As time flies, people around you tend to know your strengths and weaknesses. While some try and help you to capitalize on your strengths, some try to take advantage of your weaknesses. The motive of the efforts can be pretty simple to understand with the kind of response you get. Similar experiences I had to have so as to get closer to the impossible truth; or do I say a possible myth? Here’s the story. Everyone wants to move up in life. That’s no mystery. But one thing we all expect is, moving up with a set of principles which can be an example for everyone else to follow. Well, sometimes we end up doing a mediocre job where you oscillate between your home and office and react to nothing on the way, or we do something we love to do and enjoy what we do all the day. We all start afresh at some point. When you are born and raised with principles, you live up to it, look up to it, and seek for it wherever you go. If you don’t find it, you don’t belong there. At work, you always hav...

Chapter 3: Adrian had come back to life in the darkness. The “ Black Eagle ” and the “ Dark Horse ” were taking everyone through the wormhole and the pathway seemed like a dreadful abyss. For Sara and Lima, it seemed like a usual commutation from work to home. The destination was unknown, but the vehicle was pretty amazing. Finally, they landed in India. The place didn’t seem familiar to any of them. It wasn’t medieval times, but the Modern Age. The man in the black robe was unmasked, and his hands were tangled in a gate arch of an entrance near a fast food chain. The man looked comical and sad. Sara and Lima were starving anyway and they thought of eating something. Adrian had disappeared from the place at the same instance when they reached this strange place called “The Beach.” The Bohemian family had never seen a sea in their life and Adrian was the curious of them all. Sara and Lima completed feasting on the black cookies dipped in milk cream and went home. The sisters...

Chapter 2: Adrian was alive, and blood was still oozing out of his skull like musical fountain. Sara and Lima were holding him in their arms and crying as if he was dead. Adrian lifted his right hand and pointed towards the entrance of the theatre. He’d seen something, rather someone; but who was it? Adrian’s body was in the theatre, but his soul was time travelling in the future. He’d seen havoc in his family. Though immortality wasn’t an affordable luxury to him, the visions he had were a flamboyant curse. In the future, Adrian had an Oedipus moment with his own paternal aunt and that experience dragged Adrian out of his body and soul and got him to this theatre. Here, he confronted his own dark shadow of the future which beat him up and young Adrian was lying on the floor bathing in his own blood. All that Sara and Lima could hear from Adrian’s voice were two things – “ Black Eagle, and Dark Horse ” Adrian had seen himself tattooed with a “Black Eagle” on the back of his...

Chapter 1: Sara, Lima and Adrian were three children born to a royal family in the city of Prague. It was the Renaissance era when the thirty years war led to destruction and sheer Reformation . The kingdom had abandoned its citizens and most of them were gypsies, known as Romanis . The curse upon the royal family was certainly laid to eternity. Albeit the entire ruckus, the three siblings had discovered a way to explore the wonders in the ruins of their own castle. Sara was the eldest of them all and fairest of them all, resembling the snow white princess. She always was the torch-bearer of these adventurous explorations because she had a gift; a very powerful memory of the past. Though she was just thirteen and had just reached her puberty, metamorphosis was not only in her physique, but in her mind as well. She’d inherited all the prerequisites of being a queen. At five foot seven, she looked gorgeously stunning in her dress which clearly protuberated her cleavage. Lima wa...

I see some signs, the clouds are grey. It’s going to rain, right through the day. I know what this means. I know what this means to you. The raindrops have gifted me a clue. With you beside me and my cappuccino, Love tastes sweet, and I know. I know what it means to me and to you. The rains have gifted me a lovely view. A gentle breeze, a tender kiss, Your subtle smile is my heavenly bliss. I see some signs, and I know. I know what it means to you. The clouds have gifted me the purest dew. In my arms, hum a song, Be right here, all day long. This means life, this means love. Graces are falling, from up above. I see some signs, and I know. I know what it means to me and to you. The clouds have gifted me a way to love you.

Getting up early and talking about rains is no surprise in the monsoon. No matter you talk good or bad about it, you are talking anyway. The difference is, whether we talk with our knowledge in tact or haywire. Everyday most of us struggle with these two conflicting questions in our lives. What do we like and what do we know? For some of us, the answer is quite simple and ready. We know what we like and we like what we know, but for most of us, it is a tough task to introspect the hell out of ourselves. For those who like to talk, should know what they are talking; for those who like to write, should know what they are writing. And so it goes on. If you ask a voyeur to write something about sex, they can become PhDs in the topic. But if you ask them about ways to curb rapes and sexual violence, they’ll stand dumb. Ask an atheist something about God and spirituality, his throat begins to choke, but a contest on blasphemous elocution is worth winning. It is important that, if you w...

All the fun you have, all the laughter you share, lives for a moment, with no time to spare. A Sundance in the morning and lantern in the night. Friends bring radiance to the faintest light. A heart that you kiss, a beat that you skip, loves your ego less, and more of friendship. A romancing sweetheart and a best companion Friends value even the smallest part of compassion. Parting with the known, partying with the unknown. Life is a magnificent paradox on its own. A paradise in one look, a desert in another. Friends mean everything, today and forever.