Tiny Tales: Playing Mommy
‘Playing Mommy’ is a short story about the darker side of childbirth. Please read mindfully. Trigger warning: Abortion.
‘Playing Mommy’ is a short story about the darker side of childbirth. Please read mindfully. Trigger warning: Abortion.
A French colleague remarked that there were a lot of gay men in India. It gave me insight into how language varies across geography, even body language.
A peaceful opening to the atypical Indian male – Please listen.
My friend and I accidentally stumbled onto a kind of male predator when we fell into crosstalk and realised we were talking about the same person.
This was based on a writing exercise on a secret: “Always dreamed of being a lead guitarist and performing with Sting”. So I tapped my inner Rockstar.
I hate it when writers pull stunts like that, making a book sound like something else in its title. I only bought it because the blurb described it as the male ‘Sex And The City’.
Being the woman taking charge means one is playing an unusual role and there’s ample scope to be misunderstood. So should a girl ask the guy out?
I wasn’t a pretty child. Oily skin, stringy hair, gangly long limbs. Then puberty came along, and like a fairy godmother, bestowed me with a complete makeover. Suddenly I had the passport into BabeLand. That was an eon ago, long enough anyway to make me wonder whether the fairy godmother…
I was preyed on by someone hiding behind the rainbow flag. It made me introspect on what is prejudice and what is instinct. The moral dilemma continues.
It’s easy to blame Raja Betas on poor motherhood . But ‘Wake Up Sid’ made me realise that Indian women are molded into a peculiar kind of motherhood.