A Writing Quill

  I was late. The constant fear of missing the train had awakened me till 1 A.M. The train was to leave the station at 6 A.M. I had planned to get up at 4 in the morning, follow my routine morning rituals, and then leave at 5 for the station. But everything reversed when I kept dozing, as I ignored the repeated snoozes of my alarm.   I woke up at 5. I was unable to decide if I wanted to be at the lavatory or should book a cab. My bladder was about to burst and the accumulated waste inside my colon was pressing my rectum hard to be thrown out. I thrust myself into a pair of jeans and a pullover and rushed to the washroom grabbing the mobile phone in one palm. I was multitasking. While I emptied myself in the commode, my left hand was brushing my teeth and my right palm was booking a cab. Relieved. The cab was 2 minutes away, which meant in 120 seconds, I had to clean my teeth and face, also my buttocks, wear shoes, and be at the pick-up point. I stayed on the 2 nd floo...

The road was narrow, and so were the people's perceptions. They would fight physically at the slightest instigation or verbal accusations. There was no law and order. The intellectuals were the decision-makers of the society. They would condemn the common junta when they considered things to be wrong.   In the name of religion and knowledge, the learned philosophers and the clergymen would take advantage of the people. The people were declared bad because they thought so. It was the ‘moral/religious poaching’. There were thieves, cheats, and the hypocrites. Besides those belonging to the priority class of the society, the women were treated as commodities. They had no voice and could only follow whatever the male section decided but their toughness was commendable. Their desires, sexual as well as mental and intellectual, not being fulfilled, made them go wild and take certain steps to be regretted later. There were fewer or no male-female interactions thus, leading to secrecy, f...