Amit Uganti Anand

The Survivor First came the stalwarts each landing with a mighty din and when the great splash was over sneakily and muted, he came in. He was a tiny one lost among the big guns, never had any fighting chance but was filled with bravado and romance. He was a party pooper eclipsed by a giant whooper, had no place in that crowd but of himself, he was proud. So when it was the moment ‘flush’ and in came the torrent. It obliterated everything in its path and all the mighty bore its wrath. When everything disappeared, tearing the settled waters, the tiny one reappeared - to claim his place in history, bit by bit for he, my friend, was puny little piece of shit. (Literally)

St .  Sinner He was a righteous man or so he thought, was rather content with  whatever he got. He never stole a thing or looked at women twice, for every sin, he believed you have to pay a price. He respected elders and loved every child. His heart was homely   and his thoughts were mild. But of all the children he loved he loved one the most, he would often feed her  butter, jam, jelly and toast. She would call him captain, and ride on him as a sack. She was growing up fast and he could feel her tiny breasts on his back. In his heart,  his love was divine and pure but he was a celibate,  and his body wanted more. On a sweaty afternoon after a piggy back ride, his body took over his mind and performed the ugly grind. The child in the child was no more nor was her innocence, and the man's life of sacrifice and sanctity now did not make much sense. From the fateful day on...