MayShortReads 08: Rewriting History
This is my take on the origin story. I was at least slightly influenced by Rudyard Kipling’s ‘The Just So Stories’. I’m just rewriting history. Aren’t we all?
This is my take on the origin story. I was at least slightly influenced by Rudyard Kipling’s ‘The Just So Stories’. I’m just rewriting history. Aren’t we all?
He doesn’t think it’s cheating. Nobody can point a finger at him for looking out of his own window. But Susheel admits, he wouldn’t tell anybody else about her. He hasn’t even talked to Reman about this thing and Reman is his best friend. But that was because in the…
I was beautiful once, you know. You loved me, back then. You stared at me and smiled when you passed me by, on your way to work. You counted the minutes to freedom, when you could come visit me. You didn’t even mind that you had to queue up to…
“Remember me? Remember me?” I want to run down the corridor, screaming. And you’ll look at me with disdainful non-recognition. Then, when I stop crestfallen and stumble on the last step, you’ll throw your head back and laugh. My cheeks burning, my eyes stinging and my nose suddenly all water…
She looked younger in real life. Younger, not better. At least, in the photograph on the website she was smiling. “Sandeep? Hi. Sharia.” He was already on his feet, shaking her hand. Then he stopped, hoping it wasn’t too vigorous a handshake and that her fingers weren’t hurting. He settled…
This is a weird little tale on body image and health. If you like it, you might want to check out my ‘Body & Sex’ section. Let’s not undervalue the psychosomatic – the interaction between the body & the mind.
“Flowers and chocolate. Jewellery is always welcome, of course. And don’t be shy of perfumes.” Sheena announced. A grunt was all she got for her airy declarations, before Ajit turned to the waiter. Sheena slumped back in her seat, downcast. Maybe talking about jewelery and perfume was a bit much….
It turns out that May is Short Story Month. So I’m going to try and serve up a Tiny Tale every day through May. Enjoy! ====================================================== Chandran stepped into his hawai chappals, grimacing. Even his slippers were slick with sweat. Nevertheless, he moved to the balcony, hoping the sky would…
He said, “This home looks really broken down.” looking at the photograph. “Yes.” I replied. I heard pity in my friend’s voice. For a heart that had made room. But I remembered the goodbye. A welcome that wasn’t returned.And the plastic mask-shield came back to protect me again. From rain…
So I was at Culture Shoq’s Big Mic at IBar the Monday before last. And for the first time, I actually won. :-p I strung together four 55-word stories that I chaptered into a larger narrative called ‘Monsoon Romance’. They were Here’s my ‘performance’ (with apologies for the garbled voice,…