Technical writer. Space enthusiast. Sci-fi writer.
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Gafur was a tall neatly dressed man. It was not everyday that a man like him walked into Sarabhai Nagar. He walked to the bank of elevators marked 4 and went down to the twelfth level. He took out his phone from his pocket to look for the flat number of Anwar’s residence. He saw a girl hugging two other girls and a boy. She looked like an Earthling. He felt like the Earthling was a younger version...
Meera sat in the seat next to the porthole through which she could look outside the rocket. Everything was grey. The body of the rocket was grey, the back of the seat on which the entertainment display was mounted was grey, the body of the rocket was grey, and the Moon ahead was grey. She was also not entirely certain what she was going to do once she was on the Moon. She just knew she wanted to g...
Early in the morning, as soon as I'm awake,I take a gulp of it, to give my sleep a break.The slurp with which you drink it,Sounds like a cuckoo's song,And the burn with which you drink it,Is unfit for any tongue.And when the tea,Pours into your body,You wish others could see,How refreshing it was to thee.
I would literally go nuts,\r\nfor every Carnatic music class,\r\nBecause I couldn't fathom,\r\nAbout whom it was.\r\n\r\nI thought that these folk songs,\r\nWere written by mythical beings,\r\nBut I thought of unicorns and centaurs,\r\nNot yakshas or gandharvas.\r\n\r\nThese were songs of devotions,\r\nLater did I learn, many to their Gods,\r\nBut that was what I learnt,\r\nIn that evening Carnati...
Every time I open,\r\nThat rectangle little screen,\r\nI am reminded,\r\nThat I live with art.\r\n\r\nA photographer had taken it,\r\nIn the early hours,\r\nAnd because I sleep late,\r\nI never see that hour.\r\n\r\nI have that piece of art,\r\nOn my mobile phone screen,\r\nIn the hope that it will,\r\nAwaken me from an early morning dream.Every day I wake up,\r\nWith the artists naughty touch,\r\...
Why I am a writer?\r\nNot a draw-er, nor a craftsman,\r\nI am nor a maker.\r\n\r\nI find the most joy of them all,\r\nWhen I wrote in my school book,\r\nStories for one and all,\r\n\r\nThe stories took me near and far,\r\nThey took me to the future and past,\r\nBut they let me spend my summer break.
The Nakshatras in Indian lore,\r\nDid the Moon very much adore,\r\nEach night he did spend,\r\nwith a Nakshatra in her abode.\r\n\r\nThe lore was spun by human mind,\r\nAnd you know we are not very kind. \r\nWe now know thanks to modern science,\r\nThe Moon's orbit went nowhere close.\r\n\r\nThe Nakshastras did not know,\r\nEach other or that we called them so,\r\nThey were far away in space and t...
[This is my entry for NaNoWriMo 2024 and No Break Novembers.] The Moon, 2098The surface of the Moon was desolate for as far as she could see. The only aberration was an observation deck that was a few meters above the surface of the moon. The deck was made of lunar regolith. It was an extension of a lunar base which lay underneath the surface. The deck was full of sensors. Meera was lying on her b...
Meera was sitting in her room and thinking about the last few days. She had reached the Moon illegally. She had also boarded one of the cargo vessels supplying to the Moon. She had come from Earth. She was given a drug that allowed her body to survive the journey on board a cargo vessel. There were three days that she did not know what happened to her. When she woke up, Gafur was sitting by her. “...
Chintu was thinking back to the time since landing on the Moon. He had to make fast decisions. Not everything worked well for him.The cargo ship that Kavya and Chintu had traveled in from Mars had landed at the US base. Kavya had handed him to Gafur and asked him to take care of Chintu. Gafur was wearing his lunasuit despite being inside the base. He grunted and nodded. Meera hugged Chintu and th...