Posts by Anakha Jeevan

Lost Pieces

I sat on the fold back chair and hunched forward, looking at him working with a hundred tattered yellow pages and a huge file that seemed like a habitat for many teeny tiny bugs. Adjusting his eyeglasses halfway on his nose, he grabbed a metal chair from the corner of the room and climbed on it, rummaging around the shelf.   “Pillai, I’ll see you later,” I said, clutching the

Unclouded Love

e was busy reading. Her tiny fingers explored the contours of his face. He sat subtle, with the corners of his eyes crinkling. As she drew patterns on his face, he started to tickle her. She fell on his shoulders, giggling. He planted a kiss on her dimpled cheek. They were so adorable together.   They lay on the lushly green garden. She embraced him, resting herself on his chest.

A Solitary Bloom

Lately, My palms smell nothing like roses But of Withered petals Drunk on the summer rain, Whose veins had run into you, Creeping and twirling around your heart.   They smell nothing like roses As I sniff deep, Drawing in the crumbled petals; Edging its way into my nostrils, Coalescing into a pregnant bud.   I choke, I inhale; Over and over and it blooms. It reminds me of your

Bedtime Story

“Ma, why don’t you tell me a horror story today?” little Aria asked me.   “Who put that into your head? Don’t you want to know what happened to the princess who kissed the frog?” I asked, caressing her forehead.   “But I want to hear a horror story,” she whispered into my ears.   I looked at him once. He was sleeping beside us, snoring every so often while

The Souvenir of Love

Knitting a woollen shawl, she hummed an old melody as the rocking chair squeaked every now and then. I stood behind her, reconsidering whether to get in the way of her solitude or not.   I, being her daughter had more concerns than the maid who just made a complaint on her impolite ways of disagreeing on eating dinner and having medicines. But I was rather worried about her peace

Forsaken Prince

I wiped off my stained hands on the trousers and stood before the gaping hole marred with charcoal, crossing my hands. The street looked abandoned; even the chirpy women in the neighbourhood were in their deep slumber. Looking at my broken reflection, I combed my oiled hair sideways and ran my tongue over my visibly yellow teeth– it followed by attempts for finding out a best smile,though the efforts were

To And Fro

My little girl Saya held my finger tight as I stood by the swing; it was gently swaying with the wind as if breathing. As she staggered towards the swing and sat on it with hesitation, I remembered those old times; my swing that dangled from a mighty tree which, by now had forgotten the chiming of my giggles and the gloomy vibes I had buried underneath it.   I

The Parting Gift

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The Carol

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<script async src=”//“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> Sitting on the windswept sandbank, I extended my gaze to the never ending waves lashing the shore.She was sitting next to me, with her chin on the knees drawn close to her chest and hopelessly heaping the sand-A cheery giggle lingered on my

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