WhatFourthWall Rewind – 2018.

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4,751 views with 2,709 visitors and 69 posts (a happy accident) later, here we are bidding goodbye to 2018.

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Captain’s log 22122018 – Revisiting 96.

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“Of all the things in the whole world, only photographs have the power to stop time,” says Ram, quite aptly named – for Lord Ram is the trademark of fidelity – who leads life as a travel photographer and mentor. A profession that lets him stay untethered and be constantly on the move while simultaneously allowing him to freeze any moment he deems worthy on celluloid. The juxtaposition of  ‘fleeting moments’ and ‘memories that stand still in time’ follow us throughout the movie: while the characters are physically always on the move – in cars, on late night walks on empty roads and in the metro – their conversation and the heart of the story is all about their past love which will always stay unmoving and unchanging two decades behind in time.

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1922 Poetry#15.

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Tipsy prose,
Dipped in rhyme,
Must all your verse end in vain?” 
A happy ending-
-needs no friend.
It’s poetry born tucked in bed.
An end in ache –
It only sleeps
rocked all night by my poem’s breeze.

~ fessonia

War Without Reason | Epilogue

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“Your time has finally come, my boy.” Pomeron’s mother, Eve – a woman five-and-two years old, and hunchbacked – said, reaching to put a garland around his neck. An already short women, with a hunch nonetheless, reaching the staggeringly tall Pom’s head was no small feat.

Pom bowed low to make it easy for her. She was beaming with pride. “I wish your father was here. He would’ve been so happy to see you carrying on his own work. My boy, a Hero.” she said and sobbed into her dress.

“What? I don’t wish so. I’m actually glad.” Pomeron said. (more…)

War Without Reason | Chapter XII

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Camp Frost

The camp had settled at Mud River, celebrating their tremendous victory. The last four days had been a cycle of drinking, singing and dancing. It was evening, and there was still no sign of stopping, even under the smoldering heat of the two suns beating upon them.

Renner himself didn’t participate, but watching others was always fun. Even John was in on it this time, he had been unsettlingly happy since the battle. His confidence had somehow blown up too. He even went out alone by himself; for hours, sometimes.

Saint was having the time of his life. No surprises there. He drank, he sang and he danced. (more…)

War Without Reason | Chapter XI

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Marvalo’s – Camp Flame

“Well, that was an embarrassingly awful defeat!” Pam cried, back at Marvalo’s town, alone with Jane. Elder Horton was elsewhere. He had disappeared around noon after another court session with yet another incident concerning a wolf and a missing person.

It had only added to her already miserable week. The wolf infestation was concerning though. Many reports had arrived from all over the camp. Surprisingly, most of them were apparently… Friendly. Most had become obedient pets. (more…)

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1145 Poetry#14 – Love, Papa.

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I watched you grow, on land, by my side.
With sand for feet, the sea for eyes, you’d say –
“As soon as I’m whole, I’ll conquer the tide.”
Lips curved with yours, neck nodded along,
Hands cradling the knot that held you at bay.

In a blink, you were ready, whole and taut.
Sails blew full, oars kissed the sea.
I whispered a prayer, let go your knot –
“Wary of the whirls, wary of the winds.”
“I know daddy, now please let me be?”

Can’t follow you through. Not made for that.
Rockaway my little boat. I’ll watch you roam.
Storm the ocean, plant your flag.
In case of need, those times of rotten luck,
Look above, I burn just to guide you home.

Love, 
Papa.

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Excelsior

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War Without Reason | Chapter X

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Mud Battle II – Meanwhile…

The Queen had inexplicably gotten well just two days before the battle. The prospect of sitting another battle out drove out the flu, she assumed.

She had regained most of her strength surprisingly quickly. Her Elder – Horton, being Elder Horton, had advised her against going out to battle so soon; and yet there she was. It was where she belonged. It was where she was alive. (more…)

Lonely Starman | A Short Story.

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Mandatory Exposition I


In 1972, Mankind launched the Pioneer 10 space probe into outer space with a message, should any intelligent extraterrestrials come into contact with it. Pioneer 11 followed the next year. More sophisticated records with audio and visual data were sent later in 1977 aboard the Voyager probes. We had already been broadcasting radio signals into the abyss starting from 1962 with a Morse code message to Venus and countless more sophisticated messages into deep space towards probable planetary systems. The signals range from rudimentary ‘Hello’s to intricate data about our DNA and location, a craigslist listing for apartments, a deep space communication FAQ list, sounds of vaginal contractions and a Doritos advert.

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War Without Reason | Chapter IX

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Mud Battle

It was another week and a half before the Flames finally came. The Frosts didn’t push forward as the iron-makers took their sweet time with the daggers. Only nearly half the camp were armed with them even now.

Renner was feeling himself, for the first time in forever. It was ironic that he was his most unlikely version at the time. (more…)

War Without Reason | Chapter VIII

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Mud River – Mating Day

“The tall one. No, the other one. Yes, you,” the blonde woman chose. She was the chosen best this time and got to pick first. The tall man grinned, ran forward, picked up the woman and carried her into her tent.

Mating day was upon them again. Something Ren didn’t really care for; almost dreaded. It was never easy to tell no to the women; and the look on their faces! Ren had done it anyway, time after time. He wasn’t very into the idea of the day. (more…)

Captain’s log 06112018 – Three-hour Wonderland.

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So I just saw experienced Sarkar and I have some thoughts. Not a review, the thoughts aren’t about just this movie rather the state of the average Indian cinemagoer as a whole.

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The Last Voice. | A short story.

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“Edward.”

The man flinched, nearly dropping his book. How could I have startled him? I’ve been here a long time. “I’m sorry, I thought you knew I was here. I see you every day” – I tried to apologise.

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