Bidding Adieu

Stroke by Stroke

To my best piece, A tiny corner, Not-so-famous gallery, Around the corner.
I may not have been able to get you into a high & mighty, pretentious gallery like the future paintings but you will be the one who will make it possible for me and for that I am thankful. I could not spend much time with you for which I am sorry but you must realize that I spent so much time in creating you that I had to part with you or face starvation.
However, I put far more work into you than the others. I faced many sleepless nights trying to make you perfect. You may be more flawed than you may like but I now accept you just the way you are. I faced harsh criticism from others who thought they knew better despite not having held a brush in years. I argued with them and you will be pleased to know you did not become “Modern Art”. I spared no expense in making you the best art piece I ever created. The canvas was better than your predecessors; even the colors I used were more expensive than a…



Well imagine this – you’re in your all-serious mood, determined  and have your heart set on finding the perfect cure to malaria but all that remains, is a sludge of sticky, ugly looking piece of your attempt in your apparatus – frustrating, isn’t it? Well, apparently not in the case of chemist William Perkin, who now is accredited by the world for his irreplaceable discovery of the first synthetic dye.
Perkin was an 18-year old student at the Royal College of London when he attempted to find an artificial alternative for quinine, an anti-malarial drug derived from tree barks which were highly expensive and time-consuming – despite countless tries, he wasn’t successful. However, during one of his experiments, he discovered a thick purple sludge; the color immediately caught his eye. The product, made of carbon-rich tar from distilled coal took on an interesting shade of purple, a color much in demand by the textile industry at the time. Perkin isolated the hue, which he named ‘mauve’ –…


Episode 5: The Final ChapterAs David stumbled out of the restaurant, his mind spinning, he realised that this haunted town had more dark secrets to unleash. He ran as fast as he could and finally hid behind a bush. How would I escape? This question was wheezing through his brain when he saw an abandoned bicycle behind a tree. It was as if his question had been answered. He quickly sat on the bicycle and zoomed towards the edge of town.

As he neared the exit sign, he started peddling faster but was roughly pushed back into the town just as he reached the exit. It was as if an invisible wall was surrounding the town making it impossible for him to leave. Just then, he saw that the words on the exit signboard were changing.  The sign now read- “The one who tries to escape, beware! If you want to survive, then we give you a chance. Go to the Town Hall and pledge your life to us by reading out the Oath of Gilamoor written on the first page of the curse book. Remember if you read anything…