Mr. Sins Goes To The Pool

The lights at his office gradually began turning off, one room by one room, as he lurked in a corner, swiping left and right on Tinder, like a prospective miner digging for gold. It wasn't late, the minute hand on his watch showed nine minutes after eleven in the night, a full eight hours before …

The Personal God

Sins reached the city of Mysuru in Karnataka state at the crack of dawn, tagging along with a friend who was driving an old, withered bike, which threatened and looked to fall apart any moment. They had borrowed the bike from a second-hand dealer, promising the man that his share in the consignment would be …

The Age of Flesh

Starr woke up on a bright Sunday afternoon and promptly went back to sleep again. Beside her, Sins lay with his back slightly arched, working away on his laptop diligently, intently scouring for new brands and companies to pitch his business to. Sins loved prospecting like this, firmly lost inside the crevices of his mind, …

The Sound of Sirens

Sins was taking a gigantic shit at six in the morning when the light in his bathroom went out. Left with nothing but the sound of his breathing and his butt spewing torrents of shit towards the splashing water beneath, he recalled how last night had been a disaster waiting to happen. He had started …

The Joy of Problems

Sins wept in silence. For the umpteenth time that day, he tried to sweep his feelings under an imaginary rug, but he couldn't. He couldn't come to terms with the amount of effort that it took to create value, and then watch it disintegrate right it front of his eyes, helpless and powerless at the …

Cannabis along the Sea

The giant screen tilted towards the oncoming crowd from the east end of the city. The crowd, a mass of humanity, most of them early risers on their way for a fast start at office, would meet the newly constructed bridge connected to the west end. The giant screen lay exactly at the centre of …

Bare Essentials

The chill in the air was palpable, as Sins made his way out of the station, to the buffet hosted by a colleague from work. The venue, Barbecue Nation was slightly familiar, his last visit having taken place when he was in college two years ago. His mouth salivated when he remembered the soft pieces …

Food Economy

Sins felt the feeling of insecurity building up within him, bit by bit, drop by drop. Irrespective of trying to think and act positive, the fine margins between anxiety and calm seemed ready to give in, and consume his days, and progress into disturbed nights. He wanted to scream. Sins wasn't a deprived man. He …