I Breathe in the Ocean by Jeff Flesch

is it so difficult to grasp the meaning of a life lived upon the grasslands, meadows, deserts, forests, and seas, which, we see within our mirrored view in contrast? reflecting upon this question at last… I ponder the feeling stirred upon an ocean of everlasting love, and grace seen within the beauty of human capacity…

Space & The City by Anand R Raghavan

In a city magically reclaimed from the anarchic sea, a constant search for space defines its people. Three out of every five families in Mumbai live in single room homes. Tightly packed across slums or around chawl courtyards that pepper the landscape of the city. The lines between private and public are blurred in these…

There Were Only Two People in Isolation

(A short story in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation into English by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm) I was at her doorstep on a Sunday morning, an estate at the end of a fading colourless dirt road leading into town. Completely dissipated was the mist, leaving the enormous courtyard frozen in an eerie icy chill….

Before the Leap by Bogdan Dragos

so this is it then He stood by the margin of the ravine looked down took a deep breath looked behind him no shadowy figure reaching out no pale silhouette making stop motions no apparition telling him to not jump Of course, what the hell was he thinking? These things don’t happen outside of stories…

Press Like – Baa by Don Matthews

Preamble I think some people have a sheep mentality and will press ‘like’ for anything regardless of it being good or bad.  To show support for the writer. Why do you always press like?….. Becos……. Because why?…….. Becos  he writes good…..Doesn’t he?……. Press Like….Baa baaa…..press like…..press like… Why do we press like Leader? … Becos………

Wayfarer by Bharath Upendra

Often times I wonder what it’d be like, if we belonged to someone. The warmth of a bonfire heart, the tender bliss of one skin against another. How does it feel when patterns overlap? When colours are in harmony, like on grandma’s rug? The smell of home, the touch of grass, the recklessness of the…

Chrysalism by Simmi

The tranquility of living indoors in a thunderstorm. Periwinkle blue-purple tinted skylights and ambience inside the room. Almost like forgetting something or hallucination, the firewood, the heat. The last winter. Raw and rain, you’re bound to stay confined in the space, still, it’s indifferent. Like deciphering a million dilemmas in your head.  Possessing all-time in…

+100 followers!

MasticadoresIndia was born just a week ago and has already conquered its +100 followers Thanks! and… Thanks!

Love in the Thin Air Died by Komaljeet Kaur

Empyrean chided the dark and coppery clouds when globules of thundering dismal in her eyes felt ingrate head lowered and demeaned; they left her remorseful eyes en bloc. The skinny, stubborn, pleasantly intoxicating smoke fleered; undressing the fleshy overcoat. The noisy turbulent torrent kissed her rheumy eyes and roused her dead soul with a gentle…

Why Do You Seek the Living Among the Dead by Bogdan Dragos

The old lady kept coming by the hospital to assure the medics that it’ll be okay “He’s a true fighter,” she said. “I know he’ll make it. He has won the battle with drugs twice in the past. He’ll make it this time as well. I know it. I feel it. I believe in him.”…

WordPress and I – A Marriage Made in Heaven by Don Matthews

I love our union, WordPress (Must not forget cap P) I find it so exciting wordpress and poet me Shit…forgot the P…and W Learning code? I’m past it (Remember Don cap P) I would be more than hopeless Word Press come marry me Shit…there’s no space Take me with your hidden code Make all my…

Close To Even by Edward N. McConnell

John Halston watched as the man counted out the bills and laid them on his desk. “You’re short. That’s two thousand five hundred. The retainer is three thousand,” he said. “I can get more but, right now, it’s all I got. My boy’s in trouble. Only you can help.” His son was busted for selling…

Those Shimmering Tides by Shobana Gomes

Those shimmering tides bring back memories, Of some past, reminiscent of a bygone era when time stands still, An everlasting. I have stepped on pebbles small and large, Tread on sun-dried leaves, Sidestepped tracks that sea-crabs built, Walked soundless on a cradled beach, Barefoot – silkiness adorning my tender feet. Those shimmering tides, though exultant,…

Welcome to MasticadoresIndia!

A very warm welcome to MasticadoresIndia. We begin a new journey. May it never end. As we bid goodbye to August and September beckons us forward, I would like to wish you all a wonderful change of season. There’s much magic in the air.  Can you feel it? Well, I can see it and have…