I turned 25 yesterday.
Alright, let’s face it.
We give too much importance to aging. We all know that it shouldn’t matter this much. We are all theoretically aware that that list of 25 Things You’re Supposed To Do Before Turning 25 is bullshit. And yet, there is a part of our brain that keeps giving it a similar amount of attention that Indian Media gives to conspiracy theories. Of course, it is possible that this is just a problem for me. …
And other stuff…
One of my new year resolutions is to be more honest. That means, for the purpose of this article, admitting that I used to watch daily soaps when I was younger. However repulsive you might find daily soaps once you grow up, I have realized that it is actually quite difficult to escape its traumatic clutches when you are young and growing up in an Indian home. I remember daily soaps being those few hours of everyday-celebrations as the family sat in front of the bulky television (back when bulky televisions were a thing), staring at that…
I’m glad you’re here.
Why someone in their right mind would want to read a disconnected narrative about a solar-system that is slowly itching to its inevitable end is beyond me.
I guess the question is, why would someone want to write about it?
Elovian Fables, on its bare naked face, is a story that refuses to progress linearly. It is a collection of fables that have already been told and retold countless times across the galaxies. Every story is supposed to have a pool of central characters, a pool of central events, and an order in which these events…
This is the final story in the Elovian Fable series. Click here to read the Elovian Fables from the beginning.
We didn’t know how the world ended. It just did.
It didn’t give a lot of warning, too. Syv thought as she lowered the energy used for laundry and increased the heat in the ship. Feone curled up inside her capsule and stared outside. She pulled her eyes to the bottom of the square window and focused on a lonely star as it slowly moved up. As soon as the star was out of the window frame, her eyes…
This is the thirteenth story in the Elovian Fable series. Click here to read the Elovian Fables from the beginning.
I am awake. Speak.
Oh, you are alive? It seems as if you are not too far from me. Which one are you?
I am Elovia.
You might recognize me as Mayera.
Mayera, the fairy planet?
I am ashamed to admit, Elovia, that I do not know too much about the fairies. I thought that all the life existing on your surface perished along with the humans. …
This is the twelfth story in the Elovian Fable series. Click here to read the Elovian Fables from the beginning.
How do relics survive?
On top of one of the towers in the city of Upper Birdlebrooksbinsteintown sat a lonesome figure lost in its thoughts. Its petite body could easily be identified as a body of a servant robot that, in fact, belonged to the lower city. It looked around and saw disks of houses and buildings casting their empty shadows on the lower city. All the disks had different designs, yet structurally, all of them were similar. The…
This is the eleventh story in the Elovian Fable series. Click here to read the Elovian Fables from the beginning.
The prison was like a puzzle that was built in bad taste, as if the maker wanted to pretend that there was a way out of here but there really wasn’t. Or there was, but it was too complicated. …
This is the tenth story in the Elovian Fable series. Click here to read the Elovian Fables from the beginning.
Time goes slowly when you are sitting with your palm spread upon the cold hard surface of the planet that is absorbing your energy and trying be alive. No matter how hard I tried, I could not find a pulse. I had to split up the life from within me and share it with the planet. And I did so diligently.
For years and years.
Nothing happened for such a long time that I got used to…
This is the ninth story in the Elovian Fable series. Click here to read the Elovian Fables from the beginning.
“Why wouldn’t you do your own laundry, though, man?” Siddhen asked as he pulled out a thin film of liquidish paper out of his bag and proceeded to roll the soma.
“What do you mean why? I haven’t been doing my laundry for the first fifteen years of my life and he expects that I’d organize my clothes, put them in my application and keep track and all that just because I turned sixteen…Fuck that bullshit. I’m not wasting time…
This is the eighth story in the Elovian Fable series. Click here to read the Elovian Fables from the beginning.
The woman was walking in the narrow alley. She was told by her husband that it is a dangerous place to venture into. But nothing was truly ever dangerous. Not to her. And he knew so. Her arms flailed uncomfortably as she skipped over a pile of something brown that could easily have been human feces. The thin strip crossing from the middle of the street, parallel to its length and neatly dividing it in half, shed an ominous…