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She sells sea shells on the sea shore. Some days, Amma and Anju would go to the beach with Appa. The sand between their toes, the sun on their skin, the wind in their hair. They’d hold hands, giggling as the warm waves crashed against their feet. They’d decorate sand castles with shells and eat roasted…
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When he got the job he was elated. He sent a telegram to his village, ‘Got job. Young couple with child. Will send money next month’. Joseph woke up early to get dressed the next day. Crisp white shirt and white pants. He hated it. On his first day as a driver, he certainly looked…
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Date a boy who sings. The kind who’ll hum softly to himself while driving, doing the dishes, brushing his teeth, or solving a math paper. The kind who’ll break into a song because he just can’t help it. Out of the blue, like first rains, like stray sunbeams in winter. Take a minute to realise…
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It was show time. They stood tall at the corner stall in the fair, looking their best. The siblings stayed close to each other. Pink, and blue. They had been trained well. “Always try and break free of the child’s grasp” he told them, “they will kick, scream and cry for another one”. It was…
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(Inspired by Speak English!: Racist Revolt As Coca-Cola Airs Multilingual ‘America the Beautiful’ SuperBowl Ad) Coca Cola’s performance at the Super bowl this year left many fans disappointed. Coke is now a few million dollars poorer and is left with nothing but a mob of #TrueAmericans swearing never to drink coke again. Here’s how they…
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Princess themed birthday party. She sat in her birthday dress surrounded by presents. She grabbed the closest one and eagerly ripped the wrapping paper open.The box read ‘Cinderella’s glass slippers’. Her eyes widened. She stared at the sparkling pair of transparent plastic heels in amazement. “Don’t open the package Anya. You’ll outgrow it in six months.…
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I see white. The colour of marshmallows in hot chocolate. Of the snow angels she made with that boy whose name she’d forgotten. The colour of his unforgettable smile. I see black. The colour of the ocean at midnight. Of sunburnt skin in summer. The colour of the vinyl records her father left her. I…
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So many assignments due. So little time. She’d fall asleep tired. The familiar, thin sleep that she recognised from last semester. She tossed and turned in bed. A tiny burst of inspiration found its way into her veins. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll catch up”. She was quick to dismiss it. She knew from experience. Tomorrow is…
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The post office on Sunday mornings. It was a weekly ritual. I’d wrap my palm around muthacha’s finger and run beside him to keep pace with his mighty strides. Once we reached, he’d hand me a bunch of letters and say gravely, ‘Tutu, these letters are very important. I need you to put them in the…
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A few weeks back I unearthed some old photographs from my mom’s high school days and before I knew it I found myself spending the day trapped in a tower of stacked photo albums. Each album felt like a collection of short stories. I recalled how special and exciting photographs were a decade back. How…
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Epiphany in the Cacophony 