The first rhetorical question that they ask you will form the tiniest crack in your mind. But a crack, nevertheless. And a crack is all it takes. Words don’t need too much space to enter, and so the tiniest words – the ifs, ands, buts, thes, ors, hows and whys will all slowly sneak themselves… Continue reading The first crack.
I first met him when he was admitted in the little hospital room buried deep in the corner of the long corridors of Baby Memorial Hospital. I stared at the 50 year old man curled up in fetus position, his bulging eyes stared back at me from the two dark hollows that spread underneath them.… Continue reading In Sickness…
Two sisters find themselves in a Bangaloreception.
reliving a trauma I took too long to accept.
“Mina! come and help me in the kitchen, simply sitting and watching tv.” “Yaa Mina, go do kiitcheen work, ahahha” Nino teased. Mina glared at her brother. “He was older, he was also dumber, but why did he never have to work in the kitchen?” she thought to herself, “what a douchebag” she said out… Continue reading Cook Little Mina, Cook!
This morning, as compared to most other mornings, has been particularly hard. The routine is the same, to wake up and feel extremely guilty. I am supposed to be dead right now…. The ‘Survival of the fittest’ test that all human beings encounter everyday, I was supposed to have failed it last year, October 2019.… Continue reading Sunday morning gloom
Now you’re at home, 24/7, you really don’t have much to do. Mom asks you to help in the kitchen, or around the house, but you manage to wriggle your way out of it. Sometimes you help, but how much can one engage in an already occupied territory? Netflix, yeah. Prime, sure, why not. Throw… Continue reading Helping Hands
“You slut, don’t go fuck someone else when I’m not around” Ramu told Lincy as he folded his lungi to expose his calf muscles, his hairless thighs flashing as he walked out of the little hut. “You fuck off. Have some shame you bastard, talking to your own wife like this. I will fuck this… Continue reading Oh Yes Lincy! (Part 1)
A special someone, left early today, apparently to meet another certain someone (I overheard this from two people speaking.) Certain someone studies (i guess?) in an educational institution far away from me. Special someone has perhaps gone to woo this certain someone. This aches my heart terribly. Why, Oh dear Special someone! why are you… Continue reading Entha idhu? Rumkatha
I have heard a story. A story of a man, who will grab your hand when no one is around and look into your eyes and tell you about certain things that your parents cant provide. Certain feelings, that only outsiders can make you feel. In all this time, the photo of his daughter in… Continue reading Storytelling