Category Archives: Tales on the loom

the stories that emanate from this rune

A Theory of Relativity 4


Note: This story is a part of the series called “A Theory of Relativity’ written by me. To read the earlier parts click here. Einstein’s Cross The rain wouldn’t stop. The alley leading up to the building where I lived

A Theory of Relativity 4


Note: This story is a part of the series called “A Theory of Relativity’ written by me. To read the earlier parts click here. Einstein’s Cross The rain wouldn’t stop. The alley leading up to the building where I lived

A Theory of Relativity 3


Note: This story is a part of the series called “A Theory of Relativity’ written by me. To read the earlier parts click here. Dreams of Love There is a loud thunderclap. A few seconds later, there is a long

A Theory of Relativity 3


Note: This story is a part of the series called “A Theory of Relativity’ written by me. To read the earlier parts click here. Dreams of Love There is a loud thunderclap. A few seconds later, there is a long

A Theory of Relativity 2


Note: This story is a part of the series called “A Theory of Relativity’ written by me. To read the earlier parts click here. Blacksmithy The piano was a large ordinary chunk of mass placed almost centrally in the room.

A Theory of Relativity 2


Note: This story is a part of the series called “A Theory of Relativity’ written by me. To read the earlier parts click here. Blacksmithy The piano was a large ordinary chunk of mass placed almost centrally in the room.

A Theory of Relativity


Empirically Strange She liked Frank Sinatra. There used to be evenings when she played his songs as we sat chatting about the inappropriate directions in which our day had gone or the whereabouts of our tomorrows. Sometimes she would make coffee and sandwiches

A Theory of Relativity


Empirically Strange She liked Frank Sinatra. There used to be evenings when she played his songs as we sat chatting about the inappropriate directions in which our day had gone or the whereabouts of our tomorrows. Sometimes she would make coffee and sandwiches

The Accountant


It was the same dream. The same vague faces, the same cries and howls running amok, the same events unfolding like some natural routine and the same steel and iron gleaming with the arrogance of the same color, an insatiable red. It seems that some experiences of past never leave you, especially the ones you want to forget.

The Accountant


It was the same dream. The same vague faces, the same cries and howls running amok, the same events unfolding like some natural routine and the same steel and iron gleaming with the arrogance of the same color, an insatiable red. It seems that some experiences of past never leave you, especially the ones you want to forget.

Delusions


The New Moon And then the wind crept in. And soon it carried away with it the dense white smoke. “I had an epiphany just now!” He exclaimed in a voice that was broken like the edge of the terrace

Delusions


The New Moon And then the wind crept in. And soon it carried away with it the dense white smoke. “I had an epiphany just now!” He exclaimed in a voice that was broken like the edge of the terrace

Disproving Gravitas


The air was still and the sun was soft. He could hear the sound of clouds sliding on some invisible sheet of some crispy material. The soft sun rays pricked him, but he didn’t seem to care. He looked down.

Disproving Gravitas


The air was still and the sun was soft. He could hear the sound of clouds sliding on some invisible sheet of some crispy material. The soft sun rays pricked him, but he didn’t seem to care. He looked down.