Deep Adhya, PhD

In these times of images, where everything that one sees is in a form of a diagram, the art of writing is slowly becoming obsolete. I am thus going to write about how to reinvent the art of writing. No one is going to read it, because it contains no graphics to illustrate what I am trying to say. But, I would like to first talk about the story of an Indian squirrel. For the ignorant bastards, the Indian squirrel is also called palm squirrel, which simply means, you can fit one in the palm of your hand, which is cute. Squirrels, native to most of the Western world, are the grey squirrels. They have often been seen in animations on television. But they do not fit in the palm of a hand. This is not cute. These squirrels are like big rats with big tails, and if you see one, and you are afraid of rats, you should run! They probably won’t attack you, but when you compare them with the palm squirrel, they are scary, and look like ugly oversized cousins of the harmless palm squ...

You smell so good I could marry you, Cupped in my hands I would carry you, Your magic on my tongue takes my breath away, You fill me with warmth that doesn't go away. Your earthy colour in the cup, Keeps me level through my downs and ups, Strong from Kenya or Columbian fruity, Sitting inside my cup you are always pretty. Why then do you give me such a sweat, And in my mind only create disquiet? Then make my heart think it is so much fun, To babble about, and run, run, run! Do I not pay you homage still, That you make me take the bitter pill? And do I not take all your flavours in, That you have to spike it with caffeine? What cruel injustice this world is, That I cannot drink my coffee in peace, And enjoy the Kenyan or Columbian treat, Without having to drink the decaffeinated s#!t.

Leslie was born out of wedlock. Her father was the King of Murberg, and no one really knows who her mother was. She was tired of the politics in her father’s court, and did not want to be married to his treasurer. The King said it was customary for him to decide upon the affairs of his children, and that their destiny was as much entwined with that of Murberg, as his own. Leslie wouldn’t hear any of that, and decided she was going to escape. 1. The Escape The kingdom of Murberg wasn’t very big. It was more the size of modern day Monaco, without the money and wealthy people in it. One could walk out of Murberg in one day if all the roads were fine. But that was where the hurdle lied, and it was precisely that enigmatic hurdle that helped maintain the sovereignty of Murberg against all fear of invasion. The beautiful castle of Murberg was surrounded by an inpenetrable moor, and a legend that no one could cross that moor alive. How the Murbergians managed to live without tra...