Following from “Creatures of the Park” (link attached below), this piece is inspired by my varied experiences at the 2 or 3 cafes I frequent in Colombo city. As with my regular evening walk, I am also a devout tea and latte aficionado. And as a creature of habit, I do tend to absorb theContinue reading “VERSE| CREATURES OF THE COFFEE SHOPS”
Lockdowns, inbound, not allowed to go out.While Queen Corona, that prima donna gaily traipses all about. She’s making sure we don’t forget Her microscopic savageness!So she merrily mutates every 60 daysIn Vietnam, Brazil, India and the UK.I do despise her with a passion so! That dung of Newt; that Toady’s toe!I tried to see theContinue reading “VERSE | CORONA NON GRATA”
A little background to the below piece. My evening walk is as integral a part of my day as my first copiously caffeinated cup of tea. I venture out 6 days a week, inclement weather notwithstanding, and no matter where I am (I have an uncanny resourcefulness for finding workout venues, even if the sourceContinue reading “VERSE| CREATURES OF THE PARK”
The dust and clamour of the city assailed her with its brawny vigour as soon as she walked out of the airport in Karachi. She looked for Rustum’s familiar face in the surrounding milieu of cacophonous welcoming parties, stuporous janitorial staff and the predatory hordes of taxi kiosk attendants. In his low key, efficient mannerContinue reading “SHORT STORY| SOUL SISTERS – Part Five”
‘I hear you’re quite the designer – I myself was a coffin maker in the US. Fancy coffins are big business there’, said someone who’s name she’d forgotten but who was steadfastly standing by her side while carrying on a mostly non-reciprocal conversation. Sumaira smiled blandly yet again and took a sip of her spriteContinue reading “SHORT STORY| SOUL SISTERS – Part Four”
It’s probably going to be Dawood, thought Layla musingly as she went through a mental list of eligible husbands for Sumaira. After her initial rush of anxiety where she had imagined herself being left alone with only a dolefully fluttering spinster flag as her constant companion, she’d pulled herself together. It wasn’t that her fearContinue reading “SHORT STORY| SOUL SISTERS – Part Three”
Karim sat at the desk in his office, looking at a piece of random poetry that had found its way to his “Friends and Frenemies” WhatsApp chat group. The group always came alive on Friday afternoons. He was now re-reading the verse for the third time, a slow smile playing about his lips. There isContinue reading “SHORT STORY| SOUL SISTERS – Part Two”
There was a nip in the air as the sun settled rosily into the waiting horizon. Layla looked across the Arabian Sea, directly into the heart of the still bright sun. She did that sometimes when she was looking beyond her world for ethereal clues; cosmic answers. In her transiently altered reality, as grey-black floatersContinue reading “SHORT STORY| SOUL SISTERS – Part One”
This piece is inspired by the dramatic elements of surprise that are innate to tropical weather. An ethereal tribute to Sri Lanka.Title inspiration from Mark Medoff’s 1979 play titled “Children of a Lesser God”. Screen-adapted in 1986 by the same title. Indra: Hindu storm godYu Shi: Chinese rain godZeus: Greek storm godCalandra: Greek goddess ofContinue reading “FEATURE|CHILDREN OF THE WEATHER GODS*”
Inspired by the vastness of our universe, and the impermanence and fragility of our own little blue green planet. The moon hangs low like a key lime pieIn a firmament strewn with golden gleams of zest;The sky like a cosmic porcelain platterHolds this sweet perfection in a state of restI sip on my tea asContinue reading “VERSE|DUST IN OUR EYES”
The piece de resistance of the series however, is definitely its ability to take its viewers on a compelling, emotional journey into the lives of its main characters. The cloak and dagger plots set a million light years away from earth still took place in what was essentially a little town with its very own set of the good, the bad and the alien. And that was ultimately what made the series so memorable.
This endearingly sensationalist lot also believes in pithy, public declarations of the meaning and gist of their lives, emblazoned as they are on their carriages. There’s a sweet, almost nostalgic obsession with certain historical personages and quaint adaptations of favored English idioms: Like Che Guevara who always wants the tuk tuk contingent to rebel; Bob Marley who would like them to forget their woes in most likely, a moonshine-steeped, reggae rocked weekend. Then there is the tuk tuk driver throwing out a barefaced challenge that “if you’re bad, he’s your dad”; or the one who’s had it with arrogance saying “fly not high so you fall not low”; or the myriad others who loudly declare that their hearts are up (on their tuk tuk behinds) for the taking, and as many more who have publicly closed themselves to love… certain lady passengers always being an exception!