A for Ask Me Anything
Ask me anything, he says.
She thinks about how to translate that in her head, into the language of her.
Ask me anything, he says.
She thinks about how to translate that in her head, into the language of her.
This is the first thing I wrote in 2015 and I’m glad it was both catharsis and short fiction. New Year is about clearance.
I’m drowning in a sea of words, she saysYou don’t want to be rescued, he observesSo she asks if they can write a story together.
Her laughterexplodedinto a thousand piecesthat went skippingover his wonder. One stuckdeep in his heartand bled when she left.
Life with youis like being on a merry-go-round, she says.But, he asks, did you see the view?Yes, she says, on our next upswing.
You learnt to float, she yells,ducking under him smoothly.When she surfaces,he’s walking on the water.Away.
She took the towel he offered. And then his hand. White gown, still pristine in colour, if not form. He watched her peel it off, lace clinging to her curves. Trim the hem, she told him, it trips. And she tossed it to him as she wen to call the…
Today is a difficult letter. I didn’t want to do the obvious Xmas or X-rated. So here’s something I thought encompasses a little of both – love and sex. For today’s A to Z Challenge, I give you X is for X and O.
On 26 Nov’08, a young man walked into a train station and changed the lives of millions of people forever. I am one of those people, because I am a Mumbaiker.
After 20 years of swimming, I conquered the most fundamental of human-water relationships: getting in. Underwater is where it is at.