How Everyone Changes And A Possible Solution For Criminals on the Death Row

There were many things that he adored. Adored with all his heart. Out of all the things, he adored her the most After all, the much-professed viewpoint that each and every human being had been born with a divinely ordained purpose was a viewpoint that strived its best to sit with him in times of …

Judas Priest

Malcolm decided to get drunk as soon as his eyes opened at the crack of dawn. He had no idea why, and didn't bother to allot brain space to ponder over the matter. There was a problem though. He was sure he wouldn't be able to find a liquor store that early in the day. …

The Big Pickup

The leaves of the tree swayed gently with the breeze, and seemed to cringe a little as a waft of cigarette smoke exhaled from Sins' lips made their way into the leaves' respiratory system. Sins focussed his eyes intently on the veins of one of the leaves, hoping to catch it's expression of unwillingness to …

The Last Man Standing

Sins blew his first professional salary, a stipend for rendering his services for a period of one month, in exactly 3 days. By the seventh day, he had recouped all of it back, plus another half as 'surplus'. After repeating the same transaction for another 4 times, Sins felt like retiring and settling outside the …

The Holy Lifeline

Malcolm staggered into his room in a daze. He hadn't slept in 23 hours. He hadn't felt like it. So engrossing was the video content he had found online, that he wished he were a machine, with the ability to process information through electric supply. His eyes were hurting, due to the 23 hour binge. …

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 …

Broke

Malcolm was broke. It was his first thought of the day, the moment his mind had started functioning after a troubled night's sleep. It hadn't been the case so two days ago, when his account showed more than three fourths of his stipend left. He had blown all of it last night. And he wasn't …

Habitual Intoxication

As Sins headed out via his apartment's gate, the winter fog enveloped him as if he were a grand new entrant in a famous theater play. The road felt like an infinitely stretched stage, on whose creaky boards passers by went about their daily routines half-heartedly. Sins knew he was at a crossroads in his …