“Tuniya, run and post this letter.” “ Tuniya, bring cold water.” “ I’ve put milk on the gas. Remain near, Tuniya. Don’t do anything. When the milk starts boiling,turn the gas off.” All day Tuniya is running. Back from school,…
Her sorrows kept vigil with her in the darkness while, Meghanad sprawled, fast asleep, on the white bed spread. Before sleeping, Meghanad had told her that white sheets were something he insisted on, for all colours dissolved in white.To her,…
“Throw away that book, Santi,” said Sushama breaking the mid-noon silence below the casuarina tree in the Women’s College campus. Grabbing the copy of ‘Remanan’ from my hands and throwing it on the floor, she continued, “What’s there so much…
ONE The Vetaal As the hours of midnight ticked by, the Vetaal, hanging upside down on a branch of the coral tree in the graveyard, waited for the arrival of King Vikramaditya. Vikramaditya will have to come, for the story…
“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…
Jayakrishnan simply loved girls. He was at that particular age when girls bewitched him day and night with the mystic charms of snake groves full of forbidden treasures. That was why, when Shobha and friends asked him tongue in…
Mother says my eyes are beautiful. She daubs kohl to my eyes. My sister-in- law too says, “Black kohl on your fair cheeks and black kohl in your white eyes— how attractive are your eyes!” True, my eyes are indeed…
The office is having an audit, so the work-load has been immense for the past ten days. Returning home is being delayed everyday. Today I get off at the bus stop and quickly buy potatoes, peas, mushrooms and what not…
That Sayani Bhua was really christened “Sayani” is what I believe. It is also possible that the name became hers because of her very correct, mature and “perfect” ways! Who ever dubbed her so was an expert at choosing names.…
Kaikeyi, wife of Dasaratha, was sitting amidst her numerous ornament boxes spread wide open on the courtyard of her palace in Ayodhya, the kingdom where kings of the Suryavamsa were born, brought up and thrived. She was engaged in sorting…
May the author state something at the outset itself ? This story is purely fictitious. It has no connections whatsoever with people who are simply alive or with people who have escaped unto death. Any semblance to life, if discovered,…
