https://georgesupreeth.com/web/tags/story/Recent content in Story on George SupreethHugo -- gohugo.ioen-usThu, 05 Mar 2026 20:27:06 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_260305_how_the_speaking_tree_died/Thu, 05 Mar 2026 20:27:06 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_260305_how_the_speaking_tree_died/N o one in the tribe could remember who discovered speaking trees first. The squat, ugly tree was the quickest means to get in touch with other tribes. The way it worked was that you spoke into the hollow in its trunk and the tree conducted your voice through its network of roots to other speaking trees across the world. Of course, this meant that anyone standing near a speaking tree could hear you, even if they were not meant to, but it beat running across forests with sabre-toothed predators nipping at your loin cloth.https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_art_without_soul/Sat, 12 Apr 2025 12:25:01 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_art_without_soul/“If I could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.” – Edward Hopper Oil paint is an obedient dog, and watercolour? Watercolour is a cat that has slinked in from the rain, found its food bowl empty, and discovered you sitting on its favourite couch. It never goes easy on you. Watercolour is either too intense or too dilute, it is translucent, so you can’t hide your mistakes under a layer of paint, and worst of all, it fights you every step of the way.https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_drip_drip_drip/Sat, 05 Apr 2025 12:25:01 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_drip_drip_drip/It’s dark. We hear a drip down the corridor. It hasn’t stopped since they locked us down here, over a week ago—or two—we don’t know. The guy they locked in with us couldn’t stand the sound of the dripping, but it comforts us. It sounds like fat from roasting meat, collecting onto the dripping pan. The drip centers us. It is a metronome, and we are its measure. We used to be imperfect, defective.https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_sdi_chapter_1__a_visit_to_the_archives/Thu, 21 Jan 2021 12:25:02 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_sdi_chapter_1__a_visit_to_the_archives/Rudra didn’t mind waiting. If there was any one thing he could claim mastery over, it was waiting. He had waited as a child, then as a teenager and now as a twenty-five year old, he still waited. He waited for an answer that didn’t have a question. He knew who he was, of course, but he also had memories of a life he did not remember. Memories of reality, experienced in the dreaming that he had come to call a living.https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_it_starts_with_empathy/Sun, 17 Jan 2021 12:25:01 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_it_starts_with_empathy/The consultant placed his feet carefully around the spatter of clay that decorated the work-shop. He traveled at the mercy of the firm, but he cared enough to spare his Testoni dress shoes the ordeal of a deep clean. The potter seemed intelligent enough, except that he rambled every time he was probed about his craft. “Tell me again, where do you get your ideas from?” asked the consultant.https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_where_can_dust_collect/Fri, 15 Jan 2021 12:25:02 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_where_can_dust_collect/The ant was irritated by that dreamy look in the grasshopper’s eyes. He was looking up into the clouds again, the sunlight bathing his face. “Where were we?” asked the grasshopper. “You were telling me about Karmic Debts…” the ant said. A part of him itched to get back to work with the others, and yet, here he was, sitting in a meadow, with a vagrant fiddler, listening to his philosophy of life.https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_the_dream_that_wily_old_inside-out_wove_for_man/Thu, 14 Jan 2021 12:25:02 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_the_dream_that_wily_old_inside-out_wove_for_man/The last sounds of the debate died away, and the high priest of the Temple of Man sat down in prayer. As always, the debate centred around the Book of Man – the only book that the monastery possessed. Indeed, it was the only book in the entire kingdom. “There must be a way that our thoughts may mesh as one” mused the high priest. Perhaps if the Gods were appeased?https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_muscles_that_misunderstand/Sun, 10 Jan 2021 12:25:01 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_muscles_that_misunderstand/I have it on good authority, that is, a friend who exercises regularly told me that bodybuilders have a hard time doing exercises like yoga or marathon running. They train muscle groups for lifting weights, and when they try yoga for the first time, they have trouble because of the switch in muscle fibers. I suppose the idea of acquired taste works similarly. I have observed difficulties in my area of work as well, which, broadly speaking involves switching to different ways of thinking.https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_red_to_green/Mon, 10 Mar 2014 12:25:02 +0530https://georgesupreeth.com/web/blog/blog_geo_250818_red_to_green/When Arivarasu returned from the fields that night, his wife told him about the arrival of the Koravas. A large group of them had settled on a nearby hillock that connects to the neighbouring Avalooru, and had brought with them about six hundred heads of pack buffalo, which would yield valuable dung for the fields and the hearth. Arivarasu climbed the hillock the next morning, a little anxious about the Koravas – people always said that they were a wild and dangerous lot – but the headman and his friendly tribe soon put him at ease.