I had sent my poems to seven different publications and none of them wanted to give me a chance. I felt all my effort going down the drain, much like the overflowing gutters at the onset of monsoon. When I turned on the television, as if he read my mood, the Weatherman warned, “Overcast skies promise a thunderstorm this evening.” I resigned to a gloomy day, brooding all by myself.
“What is your favorite fruit?” someone asked her. “Sour grapes,” she replied. Hers was an unusual story. Harini worked for an NGO in Chennai that was involved in educating children in rural India. She was set to travel to Mazhalaipuram in remote Tamil Nadu soon. Upon her arrival at the village school on the first day, she was not as surprised as one would think. She expected the school
Pari watched him in awe as he was sawing wood and measuring the planks with a scale. He had to make sure that her princess would fit inside. Every day, they would come down to the basement of his house to work on the castle. Pari had even picked out a shade of purple for the castle. She had seemed a little distant and scared in the initial days. But
They lived in House number 6, in Marble avenue since 2011. Shyam and Muskaan had just celebrated their 40th anniversary five months ago. He had decided to spend their anniversary week at a resort which she did not know beforehand. She had had to cancel all arrangements for the surprise party she had planned one day after the anniversary. But the holiday was worth canceling the party, she thought.
Sikha wearily said, “These folks who preach about no tobacco day and come up with so many posts on social media must be kidding themselves. I might just read a post and like it or share it and move on with my life. Do you think someone would really stop and think about it?” Naina didn’t respond for a while. After a long pause, Naina said, “They should.” Sikha
She is 34 and not married. He quit his job at 41 to travel. She chose not to have children. He sports a nose ring. She is a lesbian. He hangs out with girls all the time. She drinks. He is a nurse. She drives a bus. He has tattoos. She wears braces. He braids his long hair. She models for a lingerie company. He likes to wear pink. She
It was just another normal day. Normal in everyway. Except, I didn’t know that it was the day the truth was going to drop like a bomb on my head. I got up a little later than usual. Perhaps because I was up late last night enthralled like always, by the legendary stories Maa told us. She always narrated with rich imagery and brought everything to life. No wonder
To be honest, I’ve never given myself much thought. I live a boring life. There is hardly any color in my everyday affairs. No music has ever echoed here nor have fragrances lingered nearby. I just go about my business, waiting for no one. I don’t remember when I started my journey and I have no idea when I will stop. Such is my existence that I’m almost bored just
It could just be an overnight bus ride from Trivandrum to Trichy or a train journey from Bangalore to Bellary or a quiet night at home with the baby asleep and the night still young, perhaps with a book in hand or a movie playing on the TV, or a holiday in a different city and the promise of “no cooking” dinner, or a mildly chilly night stroll within the
The old man sat at his desk. He sipped his ginger tea and stared out of the window. It was a bright and sunny afternoon but he seemed to be weighed down by an invisible burden. He put down his half drunk cup of tea and put on his old spectacles. He rubbed his palms together. He did not want to waste any more time. The old man got