On Tuesday, I had lunch with Annapoorna. She ran late but the meal was sumptuous & between us, slightly overspiced. She is known for dramatic excesses, after all. I told her I wanted out. She nodded & picked out a ber. We both know what grows in this city stays…
We’re running out of things to say to each other. It seems as if you don’t like me very much anymore. You hate my car, my home, my gadgets, my life – everything that makes me successful. You want us to go back to a simpler life, for me to…
I tried something again after a long time. What do you think? ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ “I’m looking for experiences.” You measure experiences, like they’re marks on a wooden scale, the kind you and I remember from matched childhoods. And it makes us both laugh. But I hear the anxiety under your eagerness,…
Yesterday I ran into a friend. The last time we met, this friend visited me at a new home I was building. I was also newly engaged. So obviously, that would be the starting point of our conversation, a picking up where the thread dropped off. I rolled my eyes…
I realised during the Alphabet Sambar meet yesterday that I wrote this story but never put it up. So here it is for your childhood-scented reading pleasure. Don’t forget to play! ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ The Apple Lion It started with a spelling test. Ma’am had threatened the class with one later in…
He’s an artist of reality. He shoots seconds after the shutters click when people aren’t posing anymore. Only with his eyes.
What I learnt from a college crush I thought about this when I hit the gym today for my first personal training session. Romance and magic are the fuel of life. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy reliving it in words. And I’m late on…
April’s here and with it the A to Z challenge! Here’s Day 1. I didn’t think too much and I’m not overpromising my month. Enjoy All Fools Day! — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — Ask me anything, he says. She thinks about how to translate that in her head, into the language of her. Does…
I wrote this for an Alphabet Sambar prompt. Several members of the group said they did not get it. But two others did and liked it. Tell me what you think. Also, to keep from biasing you, I’ve posted the prompt at the bottom of the story and not here….
This is the first thing I wrote in 2015 and I’m glad it was both catharsis and short fiction. I didn’t publish it earlier for fear of hurting someone. But it seems it doesn’t matter anymore. Here goes: ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ “I’m having a Clearance Sale for 2014,” she says, “You see,…
I’m drowning in a sea of words, she says You don’t want to be rescued, he observes So she asks if they can write a story together.
1. He sends her a carefully worded to sound casual-but-smart message. 2. She replies with the digital equivalent of a laugh. 3. Encouraged, he does some more of that. 4. She chuckles (digitally, of course). He notices that her smile is crooked and that her teeth don’t quite line up. He wonders whether to…
Her laughter exploded into a thousand pieces that went skipping over his wonder. One stuck deep in his heart and bled when she left.
Life with you is 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.
On 26 November 2008, 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. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, don’t look it up until you finish the story. This…
Now I’m really falling terribly behind but I resolve to catch up this week. Here’s a story that I originally called ‘Dancing Shoes’. I’m ducking the ball a bit and retitling this so I can use it for today’s A to Z Challenge. I give you R is for Red…
Let me be the mole on your chin, he says, One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking. I’m a plastic Barbie, she says, PERFECT. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.” “We are a comfortable close.” And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
