Ginger drafts...

It was in the evening. Sun’s fluorescent rays to my right, as I glanced that way, filled my eyes as grains of sand would an hourglass. Between the rows of apartments, watching from the eightieth floor, I saw, doused with yellow, the street was sprinkled with men and women. I lifted my gaze over the slanted roof tops of brick red tiles and square patches of cement floors; the scene before me was witnessing a strange transformation. Someone drove an SUV into our compound wall. The dhoti clad old man from first floor and a particularly bickering young woman were presently on the street below us. With a pair of long range binoculars, I observed the drama beneath me. The row of palm trees outside the apartment stood bare; hitherto they were planked by the compound wall, which now lay in rubble at their many feet. The youth had missed the transformer seated on a raised platform by a narrow margin, my word; the whole apartment would have been doused in flames. The SUV’s torrent had dented, b...

Out of the seething quicksand that rapidly sucked every object along the concentric circles, there arose something, just the tip of it was visible. We all, Mr. R, Mr. S, Ms.T and myself watched in amazement as the object grew bigger and bigger, the form of it now conceivable. As it dug out the mud itself and poured out, the pipe like object swivelled with a screeching sound of metal that we felt beneath our feet. The ground was shaking under the intense struggle between the heavy thick black viscous fluid the pipe contained and the ground that resisted the separation. Fumes rose up high in the air, the caustic ashes burned our nostrils, the reddened exteriors of the viscous pipe solidified as it fell on the ground with the tail growing behind it. After about two hours, the pool gradually died and the pipe still attached to the ground broke after it condensed in the air outside, the umbilical cord was shredded with tearful pools of concentric circles. It was still not day time. Mr. S ...

It was a steep incline, I was driving towards it on my two wheeler. But the wall rose up before me as a wave would, and to drive over it, I had to let go of my vehicle and crawl up to the edge of the top. I made it with barely enough time, the fringes of a collapse pattern were forming beneath my heels as I stepped on it and ran across the wave’s head. My friends drove before me, two of them, I wondered for a brief moment, if we would make it at all. They were no where in the horizon, squinting my eyes at the ugly bearded hag in a meditative mode in the room on my left, I proceeded to search for the window sill in the house. Something I remembered form the previous time I visited the place, I shuddered to let the thought play on my mind though, for I had barely ever visited this haunting mansion before. Then I found, behind a yellow coated wall, through the red tiled hallway; I reached out to the window and crouched into it. Outside, the sound of sirens and the street’s routine calme...