The Perceptionist.....

It has suddenly turned dark. The skies have turned dull and the trees with their lofty branches and extended family sway as the wind keeps passing on and off, a signal of a forthcoming storm soon to overtake the surrounding area. The birds stop chirping, the rooster stops crowing in attempts to safeguard and protect itself as the rain rambles it’s way through the hills, all the way to the trees and forests of the low-lying areas. A sudden strike of thunder, followed by the lashing rain and behold…..the monsoon king as he prepares to lay siege over the village, part by part, lane by lane. With great joy and exuberance, he marches around the whole sky, celebrating the victories that he has achieved over the past weeks and months, enough for him to survive the remaining months he has got before he can be finally dethroned by the Winter King.   The farmers in their fields rejoice with glee on his arrival, a plentiful harvest to satisfy themselves and their families thereupon, the ...

It is a quiet and dark evening as usual. The sound of the night insects make it seem even more spookier as the sun has bid it’s farewell for the day and the whole village lay quiet and peaceful with the occasional sounds of cars whizzing past on and off. In the midst of this peace and solitude lies a soul, who is by all means trying to find his position to fit in the really trying and almost gruesome times created by the ongoing pandemic. The pandemic has indeed forced us all to take the refuge of our homes as we try to grapple with many incessant problems and also the many uncertain questions we keep pondering ourselves over. There is a looming uncertainty over what the future really holds for us, be it in our jobs, in our workplaces, in our school and colleges, the constant nagging doubt of where we are heading ourselves to or rather what the future really holds for us and our lives. In the midst of this constant doubt and pondering over, there is a deep emotional conflict or bat...

There standing in the garden,   lay a small plant taking the shape of what looks like almost a palm tree with wide flappy-like leaves which flap themselves as the breeze passes to and fro. Shaded with a whole array of branches of our ancestral mango tree whose fruits we cherish to the fullest, it looks more like a canopy or a gazebo with a few potted plants surrounding it in the form of a circle, and what appear to be a smaller version of the bushes we have in our garden that border this gazebo, with triangular bricks which could make for a small mini-forest, had there been many more varieties of plants in the same area itself. The fruits of the palm like plant that make for the gazebo hang from the branches, a cluster of small orange berry like fruits which fill me with wonder and imagination of the name people have given this plant as well as what the taste of them must be, as I’m just filled with curiosity of the bunch full of berries that this plant has been endowe...

It’s one beautiful Friday evening and behold a cluster of birds making very distinct noises in and around the village. One of them stands out there very distinctly on a far but nearby branch of one of the worn out trees. It stands still waiting for it’s partner who may have gone on a wild goose chase in search of food to survive them both for the night that is soon to come. As it looks around, it finds so many neighboring birds in it’s vicinity. Some of which belong to it’s tribe just like itself while some that belong to other tribes, all preparing themselves for the night that is soon to unfold. They can be heard beautifully chirping to each other as a way of conveying important messages to members of their tribes. A feel of great joy and happiness can be heard from within the depths of their hearts as they are finally able to discover all their near and dear relatives and friends having been separated for years and for generations of persecution from their fello...

The night has just unfolded, and behold the skies filled with stars shining in their greatest volume, bringing light to the living beings below it at distances from their splendour. They shine brightly in their entirety as they make way to conquer the world with the light that it deserves at this point in time.   As darkness now envelops the world, as nations join hands together to fight the spread of the disease, and as people take refuge in their shelters, a greater understanding of humanity has now dissolved into the hearts and minds of people.  A humanity that knows no bounds, a humanity where we are all brothers and sisters united in diversity, a humanity where there exists no differences between ourselves and our fellow neighbors, a humanity where we learn to respect each other’s personal opinions about life and finally a humanity which is filled with boundless love for one another transcending all social and cultural barriers, paving the way for a greater ...

It’s yet another bright and sunny evening, and out stands a house in what appears to be quite a darken state, reminiscing on how beautiful a dwelling it could create for it’s potential and deserving buyer. With a broad and wide expanse roofing, filled with the intricate Goan tiles of the Portuguese era, it stands still, filled with lot of sorrow and grief of not having been a worthy dwelling of a previous resident. Having gone through lot of troubles and sorrows over decades of being abandoned and left to wither off with the weeds and the wild plants, for once did it get the relief that it was going to have a new look for itself to fit in with the beauty and glamour of it’s other neighbors in the vicinity when it’s owners were indeed getting news of a potential buyer to resell the house to. Unfortunately, those hopes were dashed at as the seller had given up on the offer of buying the house and so it was left to once again embrace the state of loneliness and cope up with...

It’s another bright and beautiful Friday evening, and behold the sun, with it’s bright and boundless glory, magnifies the skies with it’s bright and everlasting rays touching upon each and every single life-form and creature on this earth. With birds tweeting as they prepare to make their way into their nests, with flowers almost drooping as they prepare themselves for the arrival of night time and with mosquitos buzzing around as they prepare for their feast before sunset, it is indeed a beautiful sight to behold!!! A slight trail of wind meanders it’s way through the tall and wavy coconut trees, filled with a lump sum of coconuts to declare as pride for having made it so far as achieving greatness in their lifetime, the dogs barking as they prepare to head back on their usual duty as guardians of the night and finally the unexpected sound of one of a whole lot of young middle school children playing endlessly till the arrival of Angelus time signified by the to...