Carl Colaco

blogs from Mangalore

Time of my life (5 votes)
Posted 16 years ago under Offbeat > Humour
Ravana (3 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Stars and Lights (2 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Cain - the brother's keeper (2 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Midsummer's Night Dream (2 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Weird
At the end of the lane (3 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Short Stories
Frozen (5 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Short Stories
Forgive me Jules, for I know not what I'm doing.... (3 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Short Stories
L'agent Provocateur (3 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Qasbah (2 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Tilotamma (2 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Bhagyalashmi (3 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Humour
Vanilla - Cut and dried (3 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Short Stories
Blueberry (3 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Social > Crimes Against Women
When Darkness met Light (3 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
LIFE : Unfulfilled (3 votes)
Posted 17 years ago under Social > Queer Pride

The Visit -1
This cough is going to take the life of me I think to myself. The auto buzzes along nonchalantly up the road to drop me of at the emergency entrance. After the usual probing by the doctors at the causality, I usher myself to radiology to get an X-ray done. I approach the counter, but the receptionis...
Posted on 15 December 2014 | 10:08 pm
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Harangue - Part I
Wake up to the same damn song on the phone, I haven't bothered to change it in months (screw me). The barking dogs and the siphoning mosquitoes who make the most of the all their all night buffet meal, namely me (screw them). Feed on a book whilst straining to poo. Brush Ayurvedic toothpaste onto my...
Posted on 11 March 2014 | 8:22 pm
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Clarity
Buses narrowly dodge the unperturbed man, woman, child, its crossing reviled in a plethora of languages this city far cares to imagine or be bothered about. Auto wallahs and passengers debate the 'here only' malls distance whilst beggars clink their cutlery and sing or grouse, depending on their age...
Posted on 14 May 2013 | 6:06 pm
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