Thoughts, stories, musings, and meanderings.
Another story set in the “Honest, the Martian Ate Your Dog” universe. Most of my stories since “Honest” have been set in Kabul City since that’s where the original story was set. However, I felt that it was time for a change of scenery.
Plus, the current situation in Sri Lanka made me want to set a story there.…
“Can I have your autograph?” asked the tiny old lady, speaking in a tremulous voice, looking earnestly at Dick like a lost kitten.
Dick Turpentine, highwayman extraordinaire [OK, maybe that was being too kind — Dick was at best ordinary, but generally considered to be sub-par] stared back at his latest victim in confusion. The old lady wasn’t acting quite like the usual customers he got when holding people up on the highway.…
A really, really long time ago, I wrote a few lines as the seed for a short story about a man on the run from his wife’s wrath after selling her dog to a martian. Then I forgot all about it.
A long time after that, I took that snippet and turned it into a novel called “Honest, the Martian Ate Your Dog” as a test for a novel writing app that I was coding for my wife at that time.…
I had very little sleep last night. It’s those darn annoying AirBnB guests. So strap in for another story of entitlement, lying, and outright sense of privilege 😛
It was around 8:30pm last night and we hear people shouting “Happy birthday!” out in the hallway. I think both of us immediately went into “wary” mode because we knew what was coming based on previous experiences.…
Till a few months ago, I didn’t think a fitness tracker would be of any benefit for me.
I thought a fitness tracker was something somebody who led an active life-style — a jogger, a swimmer, or somebody who went to the gym regularly — needed but not for somebody like me, someone who sat at the desk (or rather on the couch) the whole day in front of a computer.…
It’s 4:30am and I’ve been up since 1:00am — it’s those pesky AirBnB guests again!
AirBnB closed the last complaint we had about noise from our neighbouring apartment saying that the host had been unaware of any issues and that the host promised to inform their guests to prevent noise issues in future. In fact, what they said was:
…We have taken the appropriate measures with the Airbnb host and guest in question and gave them some suggestions on how to address the issue in the future.
Fahim and I started doing Tai Chi when we were in Perpignan, France. The videos we were following — because, yes, we used videos rather than in-person instructors since we are, after all, hermit introverts — were the full deal including footwork. That footwork was difficult to do in the very small space we had, but we did our best.…
I had originally planned to write this post to introduce this new blog. But real-life events intruded in the form of AirBnB guests and not getting much sleep (you can read all about that here). But here’s the original post … finally!
As long as I can remember, my Dad has maintained a diary. When I was young, I used to see him scribbling away every day and had no idea what he was doing.…
We live in a condo apartment and we’ve had noise issues (and other issues) from a neighbouring apartment four times running over the course of the past few weeks.
At first, we didn’t think much of it. In fact, the first time we noticed anything, we noticed a strong, sickly sweet smell in our apartment in the middle of the night.…
When I wrote The Doll, I had a vague idea of writing a few further stories about the doll soon, but had no clear idea of what I wanted to write about. But then I saw the above image, (or rather the original here) by Nazly Ahmed and a new story started taking shape in my head …
Many thanks to Nazly for his kind permission to use (and to modify) his photo to suit my story!…