Category Fiction

Wind Chimes

The wind chimes made a tinkling note. Its music continued. Soft, soothing. . . sweeter than the jaltarang. The cold breeze had stopped. The aluminium pipes of the wind chimes were still vibrating. Monica’s eyes were fixed on them. The…

The South Bank Show

Simplicity is all, she told herself imitating King Lear’s ripeness is all. That Shakespearean play formed part of her initiation rites on arrival in England a quarter century ago. It was the King’s homelessness, the complete reversal of his fortune…

Corpse Keshavan

He hated both – his job and his name but could change neither. Keshavan carted corpses for a living, interring unclaimed bodies irrespective of their religion. They were those who lived and died as numbers in the census records. Most…

Summons

An end always denotes a beginning. When life ends in one form it begins in another. So death is the beginning of life. Amba lay in bed, slowly preparing to give up her life of fairly long duration, to enter…

Pieta

  The sculpture on top of the hill was the result of Thundiyil Paily’s European tour. Finished in concrete and painted white, it is modelled on the Pieta. The parishioners didn’t take to it. Except for an occasional passer-by who…

A Woman is born

  Whenever Uma thought of that woman, she was gripped with fear. The woman, who had lived in this house and died in this room and on this very bed giving birth to a child. It had, of course, occurred…

The Verdict 

Respected Master Sahib, Pranaam! You may have heard the news already; if you haven’t you probably will, before my letter reaches you three days from now. The results of the elections were announced today. How did all this happen? I…

Stench of Kerosene

  Outside, a mare neighed. Guleri recognised the neighing and ran out of the house. The mare was from her parents’ village. She put her head against its neck as if it were the door of her father’s house. Guleri’s…

The Village

  It was dark when I stepped out of the bus. The conductor closed the door, waved out to me and signaled to the driver. In the distance, I saw the faint, pink glow of the village. I flashed the…

The Warp and the weft

No strength left. Even to toss and turn. The coarse bed-covers, stiffly starched, feel prickly and strain against the wasted cage-like body. Never knew I had such an angular frame. Folds of flesh, which once sat pretty on me, hugging…

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