The way she conveys about the human relationships and their emotional turmoil, the physical universe is vivid.
Even a pimple is a prison riot in the jail cells of idealized femininity!
They were coming to terms with erosion, how it changes the balance of a landscape. Perhaps it was something all parents and children undergo as they grow older. In this world, they could not inhabit a house together, in the old way. They could not be mother and daughter in that way again.
“How can you keep track of those old, old things?” ( asks Sagar ). Because it is the lot of mothers to remember what no one else cares to, Mrs. Dutta thinks. We are the keepers of the heart’s dusty corners.
Home. I turn the sound over on my tongue, trying to figure out the various tenses in which such a word might exist.
Invisible flowers spread greater fragrance. Home is where you move fluently through the dark
Ocean is nothing but water drop upon water drop.
When the taxi took off with a belch of black fumes, my mother moaned softly. It was an eerie, nonhuman sound. I felt it taking shape in my own throat, the way one wolf might as it watches another wolf howl.
When I choose anger, do I have to pay a price? I’ll reply with another question: Don’t we all have to pay; no matter what we choose?
The group called themselves ‘Human Terminators’. The members were from various parts of the planet Earth. The communication technology had enabled them to come into contact with each other. They were passionate about the same idea. To be successful, they felt every other human needs to be killed specially the kids, the old and those who were not willing to try their idea. And, they achieved their mission. But, the bigger mission still awaited to be done. They built a huge building which housed the only surviving 2,00,000 humans. It was firmly believed by them that a computer simulation was responsible for running of human lives. Things happened randomly in the lives of humans. Humans had no control. Humans will never achieve happiness, equality for all. So, better to destroy this simulator. And, they felt to defeat randomness they needed to do everything at the same time for 24 hours – wake up at same time, brush at same time and for same length etc. And, the simulator will die and so will the human species. So, on 24th September, 2316, they started practicing synchronization. They woke up at 5 a.m. Then, started brushing for 5 minutes at 5.01 a.m. and finished at 5.06 a.m. They were able to synchronize many activities.
But, they failed to synchronize the timing and length of finishing their toilet routine. The failure continued for 3 months. Some got very frustrated and committed suicide. In the end, ‘Human Terminators’ gave up.
End of fiction