shashankrajwade

The businessman was smart & shrewd Balding little man, who owned a wine shop, While visiting a bottling plant in the hills, In his head a brilliant idea popped. In bottles of different colors, He planned to sell same old wine, Each with new label & a new name, And each with a different identifying sign. In his warehouse he personally filled all bottles, And he put on different labels, In his tavern he placed them on the counter, They will be served at different tables. Hearing of the products, the town went wild, Some came draped in finest silk; some came in just fine, Each customer was asked to choose a table, And each table was served a

(A Short Story|| For using/Art Contact : shashankrajwade@gmail.com or DA Notes) Soulless and lifeless and still alive Joshua was buried in a grave. Yes he knows there is hidden growth and wisdom in death as his body flickers with sudden electrical shocks residual of a long lasting but faded conscience. He is aware of his blood being drying and clogging up in his brain and veins just like the dried up shakes in used straws. His eyes can no longer see but his nose and mouth still feel both the taste of and taste for blood. All his strength is being used to break down the wooden casket of his house to come out of this decayed atmosphere to th

Janus’ Paradox --------------- Story by Shashank Rajwade|| To use contact: shashankrajwade@gmail.com After working very hard for the day shift at the bottling plant; Allen was back home completely drenched in sweat. He threw his almost wet shirt on the ground and called upon his wife to bring him a glass of water. When his wife gave him an angry glance on his recent untidiness Allen got a bit irritated and told her he is going to the paint shop. Money was tight and expenses high, this wedding, wife and kids required too big a pile of money than he could bring in painting sign boards from his small shop. So, he had joined this factory