Argia rewritten-

In the stygian night all was mayhem, the city of defunct was coming to existence. A sombre tranquility filled the aura of the environment. The spell of mortality was being broken. Shadows made lonely company. It was almost like a bad dream. Ancient fear was turned to dirt and left to crumble. The darkness roared at the glistening tombs of the deceased,you could find yourself in the middle of nowhere. It was like being in an enchanting  tale eerie and still as a graveyard. Echoes with mystries could be heard in the cold dark void. The vastness of nothing was expanding in Argia. The deceased lived eternally and dwelled their passions in the shadows. Under them was a brown earth ancient and strong,the best bed for wanderers.


City of the deceased -Argia

What makes Argia different from other cities is that it has earth instead of air with little room to spare.

On every stair another stairway is set in negative ,the atmosphere felt a little spherical.

We do not know if the inhabitants can move about in the city,there seemed to be a sort of negativity.

Widening worm tunnels and crevices where roots twist making the darkness hiss.

The dampness destroys peoples bodies and they have scant strength,the darkness made them unaware of thier bodies lengths.

From up there nothing of Argia can be seen,I was always skeptical if there was any green.

‘Its down below there’and I can only believe them as i see nothing but a single stem.

The city of defunct acyually existed.


As i wander about in a negaitive space somewhere between heaven and hell i arrive at Argia. It was dry and airless clay packed the room to the ceiling ,the streets were filled with dirt. The city was cold and dark shadows walked through me . I felt an emptiness in me. There seemed to be no hope for dawn, yet there seemed to be a hope for escape.

I am a wandering soul. I was not welcomed in heaven for my sins and i was not welcome in hell either because i did not have enough sins. So where does a homless soul go? we either wander through negative spaces and parallel dimensions or we get a second chance by the supreme soul to pay for our sins in Argia and go to heaven.

From above, nothing of Argia can be seen. The place is deserted. I could hear screams sometimes and voices filled with pain and regret. I felt vulnerable,scared but i had no choice it was do or die. I was amongst various souls but still felt i was in exile. We were given fire for lunch and atoms of negativity for dinner.

We had to maintain determination and strive for survival to get to heaven. Everyday i would walk to an intersection where there was a dim light to find peace as no one would come there. But today i saw something unusual, i saw another soul hovering over my spot. There arent any friendly souls in Argia. I was hesitant to make conversation.

He said to me in a deep voice escape is inevitable, and we never spoke a word again. He was puny and meek in form but had more courage then all the souls combined in Argia. They beat us in hope for death everyday but did not let us die, the forsekeness started to grow on me but what that soul had said to me left a stong impact on my mind and so i never gave up.I atoned to my sins by baring the agony , finishing my chores and continued to eat fire and atoms of negativity without creating any in my mind.

The supreme soul seemed to impressed with my determination and decided to ask me a final question before i left Argia. Ss asked- what gave you the courage to stick around child? I said- well someone told me escape was inevitable and from that day on i decided my path. Ss- so it seems you made a friend,he smiled. Me- i wouldnt exactly call him a friend sir,more like colleague i added to the humor. Atlast i was set free and as i walked from Argia to a path of light i see the puny soul again, i said to him- i thought you were gone. He- i still havnt atoned to all my sins. Me- i wish you luck my friend i hope you get out someday. The soul smiled and said- i told you my friend escape is inevitable, i will get out someday. I smiled back and left i knew he would get a second chance afterall like i said he had more courage then all the souls combined in Argia and he was the only good memory i would have of it. He was Argia to me.

Narrative on Lower Parel

Lower Parel is seen as an influx of huge enterprises in the compounds of empty cotton mills. It is also known as Elphinstone road named after the Governer of Bombay Mountstuart Elphinstone.Lower .  At one point of time it was famous for its large number of cotton mills ,but now it is dominated by huge skyscrapers, upscale restaurants and pubs and coperate buildings . It has now become the Luxury destrict of Mumbai.Lower Parel also has a contrasting side as compared to its  porsche lifestyle, it has a huge number of slums  which are now being  erradicated due to the development of mordern buildings.

Cities and the dead

Memory is essential to all our lives.without a memory of the past we cannot operate in the present or think about our future. Things that we see or hear in our everyday lives get stored into our subconcious or  consious mind and eventually become a memory. The second line in the passage reads ‘streets are completely filled with dirt, clay packs the room to the ceiling , on every stair another stairway is set in negative’. This precise description shows how all these little details are stored into the writers subconsious mind.For example the passage reads ‘ over the roof of the houses hang layers of rocky terrain like skies with clouds. We do not if the inhabitants can move about the city’. This potrays a negative experience as it shows that the inhabitants of the city might be in danger, thus the expeience may largly affect our consious mind and become a bad memory.

My ancestral city

As i think of Surat i recall the smell of mouth watering jalebis and the rich taste of my nanis thandai. The smell of wet mud as i stroll through her garden and inviting voice always asking me what i would like to eat. The sound of the bell and smell of the agarbati would remind me it was time for puja every evening . We often discuss her freinds in the neighborhood and she would always compete to cook. Surat is famous for its traffic delectible food and  for very warm and welcoming people.

Cities and memories-life an Isidorian.

 In another universe I arrived at the city,In another universe reminising my youth i lived the dream.

An eligible bachelor i was ,walking on my gleaming spiral staircase encrusted with sea shells .

cockfights and bloody brawls were a part of the life i lived.

 The women envied my penchant for the violin, but i prefered to be secluded gazing at the clear skies in the mid summer nights with my telescope.

I often arrived to Isidora to live the life i envied , but i woke up every morning and realised it was all just a dream .