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Technical writer. Space enthusiast. Sci-fi writer.
My name is Sundareshan. It is a weird name. On a side table, the alarm was blaring louder and louder. Actually, I think the sound was getting louder because I was waking up from a very deep slumber.After I got ready, I wore a full shirt and formal trousers. I am a Professor in a college. While they expect me to also wear a tie, I go without one. I also wear sneakers instead of the Bata shoes that ...
It was the day off when Ravi came to meet Meera. They left in the morning and took an early train into the center of the lunar colony. The deeper layer had offices but the first two layers were filled with commercial shopping complexes. Meera had not yet received her first salary so she purchased only basic things she needed. Ravi was in the electronics shop for a while. They went to have brunch t...
Meera and Shruti walked up to the elevator and went up to the train station. They only “spoke” on an app that was local to the Moon. Ravi was a hosting the app on a server in his house. They left Discord looking at the number of surveillance software installations. But, running the scanning software had become second nature to Meera. Shruti pointed to her phone with her eyes. Meera looked around a...
Gafur was a tall neatly dressed man. It was not everyday that a man like him walked into Sarabhai Nagar. He walked to the bank of elevators marked 4 and went down to the twelfth level. He took out his phone from his pocket to look for the flat number of Anwar’s residence. He saw a girl hugging two other girls and a boy. She looked like an Earthling. He felt like the Earthling was a younger version...
Meera sat in the seat next to the porthole through which she could look outside the rocket. Everything was grey. The body of the rocket was grey, the back of the seat on which the entertainment display was mounted was grey, the body of the rocket was grey, and the Moon ahead was grey. She was also not entirely certain what she was going to do once she was on the Moon. She just knew she wanted to g...
Early in the morning, as soon as I'm awake,I take a gulp of it, to give my sleep a break.The slurp with which you drink it,Sounds like a cuckoo's song,And the burn with which you drink it,Is unfit for any tongue.And when the tea,Pours into your body,You wish others could see,How refreshing it was to thee.
I would literally go nuts, for every Carnatic music class, Because I couldn't fathom, About whom it was. I thought that these folk songs, Were written by mythical beings, But I thought of unicorns and centaurs, Not yakshas or gandharvas. These were songs of devotions, Later did I learn, many to their Gods, But that was what I learnt, In that evening Carnati...
Every time I open, That rectangle little screen, I am reminded, That I live with art. A photographer had taken it, In the early hours, And because I sleep late, I never see that hour. I have that piece of art, On my mobile phone screen, In the hope that it will, Awaken me from an early morning dream.Every day I wake up, With the artists naughty touch, ...
Why I am a writer? Not a draw-er, nor a craftsman, I am nor a maker. I find the most joy of them all, When I wrote in my school book, Stories for one and all, The stories took me near and far, They took me to the future and past, But they let me spend my summer break.
The Nakshatras in Indian lore, Did the Moon very much adore, Each night he did spend, with a Nakshatra in her abode. The lore was spun by human mind, And you know we are not very kind. We now know thanks to modern science, The Moon's orbit went nowhere close. The Nakshastras did not know, Each other or that we called them so, They were far away in space and t...