Category Fiction

Independence day

  They have all gone leaving me alone here. This is how I had wanted it; nevertheless, I am surprised that they went away so easily. I had expected them to demur, to urge a little , to try and…

Chocolate

Tara was fat. Her husband made it clear that it didn’t do his image any good to have her waddling around, jiggling rolls of flesh. “I don’t waddle,” she said, hurt. “You do,” said Abhay and that was the end…

The Remains of the Feast

The room still smells of her. Not as she did when she was dying, an overripe smell that clung to everything that had touched her, sheets, saris, hands. She had been in the nursing home for only ten days but…

His Ways 

He was currently into Indology followed, neck to neck, by Egyptology. He kept his mind agile through unusual pursuits that placed him diagonally opposite unusual women and then he inched his way forward by a strategy he had perfected through…

The Dregs of the day

  The newspaper lies in a messy heap on the dining table. The sports page which had been pulled out by Ashish, has rolled down and settled on the carpet dogeared and stained. The tomato sauce has left a blood…

The Performers

“Hello, there” he drawled over the phone. She detected a faintly exaggerated formalcy in his voice and sat up. He was on show, for someone watching him at the other end. Certainly not the time for a conversation of any…

Madhu

The telephone rang. It was my neighbour Paramjit ‘Did you give Madhu a chaddar? ’ ‘Yes….’ ‘I thought it was yours…Look, don’t misunderstand me, but you shouldn’t give her such things. It creates problems for all of us!’ On that…

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