Movies are a complicated business these days. There is the hysteria of the Fridaygoer who will all but maim in a bid to get to the box office first and then spend most of the movie updating his Facebook status from his phone. Then there’s the desperate reek of a…
The boyfriend. The friend. The meeting. The verdict. The reaction to the verdict. The conversation thereafter. At what point do I notice that I’ve overthunk?
I’ve thought and thought about how and what to do with this post. I actually have another draft but it doesn’t feel right. So I’ll do what I’ve always done with this blog – be honest. The dilemma is something I did figure would come up someday, in fact I…
“I miss the good old days when portrait painting was the only form of visual reproduction. But of course, you are too young to remember that.” I read the words in a tiny glass screen in the palm of my hand. Not a muscle moved, not even an eyelash flicker….
I ring the doorbell and it’s opened by my friend Salim, bouncing up with all the energy of his 21-year-old self. It is his birthday and the gift I am carrying is a book I know that he’ll enjoy. Salim and I have been classmates and bonded over a common…
She tells me about her struggle with weight, and coming to terms with it. She quotes another friend who said that she had to stop obsessing over her body, to stop making it the be-all or she’d never be happy. I point out that I said the same thing, a…
A Twory (Twitter-based story) about a time when a gun was really mightier than a pen.
I’m tempted to suspect that SATC 2 was secretly scripted by men and acted out by guys in reverse drag, all part of the anti-feminist movement.
I started this as a Tiny Tale. But Anish Vyavahare added a chapter to it making it a collaborative effort and a bigger story. That got up featured on Protagonize’s editor’s weekly picks. I’ve just added the third chapter. You can read just my two pieces independently or read the…
A park separates them. If it can be called a park, that is. A grassy patch chequered with muddy patches, that turn into puddles in the monsoon. The dogs like it anyhow. They keep him awake at night with their barking. Nobody seems to care at 2 in the a.m….