Category Fiction

The Curse

‘Ramsaran, who is that girl?’ ‘She must be the priest’s daughter. He lives nearby.’ ‘Bhargavacharya’s?’ ‘Yes, my Lord.’ ‘Surprising! A rose on a blade of darbha grass.’ ‘I have heard that the maiden’s mother was extremely beautiful.’ ‘Is she no…

A Pretty girl and her pals

A room in a busy office where about two hundred people of all sorts – married and unmarried, men and women – worked. The time was 11 o’clock in the morning. A twenty-six-year-old I.A.S. officer had assumed charge. That was…

The Daughter

1 Sarada hugged the bag a little closer. Two currency notes must be laughing away to themselves among assorted papers and all in it. Blue, brand-new ones! This was the first time she ever made such a tidy sum at…

A Teacher is Born

‘Ravi died here in the isolation ward yesterday.’ Her younger brother brought the letter to her as she came out of the kitchen wiping her hand on her saree. Express delivery. She opened the envelope after signing her name against…

The Defeated one

Nirmala quickly pulled her hand away. The papers slipped out of his hands and fell on the table with a “pish” sound. She quietly picked them up and rose to her feet. ‘Well, get those changes made.’ ‘Yes.’ She stepped…

The Apology

‘So the most disgusting of pronouns is-‘ She paused. ‘She!’ It came from a bench in the back. The class fell silent. The young teacher turned pale. The most hated pronoun in the language. ‘She!’ The class consisted of only…

Suicide

‘Taking one’s own life – surely that’s a sign of cowardice. -of inadequacy and cowardice.’ ‘I won’t grant you that it’s cowardice. Is it cowardice to throw yourself before a moving train?’ ‘Oh, no, brave of you, then? Just go…

Blatant lies

Uma was doing her homework with her face resting on her palm. I was sitting motionless on the chair patiently waiting for her to finish. This is not what usually happened. She would write half her homework and then ask…

Sponsors Please

Leaving a trail of dust, a huge van speeded into Devigramam, disturbing its quiet siesta. Sundaran came out of his hair-cutting saloon to stare after the van. Appu Nair and Kunhiraman also came out from the provision store and the…

Stanley

ATIMA SRIVASTAVA There she is, she walks. Little girl. Bones. That blue nylon dress. What did they use to call it? Crimplene. The bodice is fitted. Although there are no curves on her, the skirt flares carelessly, the material can’t…

A Woman Named Madri

The moon gleamed peacefully. It was the night of the full-moon, the pournami. Hastinapura was bathed in silver beams. Pandu looked wistful. Ile had wanted to spend the evening with Kunti. It was so long since he had had any…

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