Sunday, May 24, 2020

Jayashree Pillai

Jayashree spends half her day tearing her hair in frustration, wondering why kids these days just don't get their tenses and prepositions right. Once she calms down and the horns disappear, she is genial, warm, friendly and smiling. She hates to sit idle and enjoys a whole lot of things which include cooking and gardening but her knowledge is pretty limited in those areas. So she is actually an amateur in the purest sense.
13 WRITINGS

  Of Crooks And Saints

 There were people dying everywhere  And yet there were those who refused to see the monstrosity unleashed by   a tiny virus...  But  there were angels too- who...

When the end comes

              I have been making plans. A few.  Nothing much really. A trip to Switzerland.  I have always wanted to go there. I think I...

The Lady In the Villa 

 “ The amount is not negotiable ,” the lady declared vehemently. “ Take it or leave it.”      I stared at her with puckered brows.  There...

    IN THE SHADOWS OF AN UNBORN DREAM

   It was the winter of 1857. The cold winds cascading down  the northern mountains had swept across the city of Delhi, swathing it...

DR NORTH’S DESCENT

There is something that one needs to know before one plunges into the story of Samuel Clooney. Samuel was a writer of considerable fame....

When thoughts melt into music…

I have been sitting here for a while. Half an hour or so. A long exhausting week. I am tired . The project is...

The Other Side of the Story

Sixth Avenue, one of the city’s main arterial roads, forked into two, just some fifty kilometers from the river water harbour. One road, pretty...

Poor Misunderstood Me

It happened again, perhaps for the third time in two days. I was standing in front of the wall beside the entrance door ,...

Remembrance

The aroma of coffee always intoxicates my senses. Coffee and cigarettes. What a heavenly combination! I spend evenings like this in my armchair, slowly...

CROSSED IN LOVE

          Diwali was just around the corner and the much-abhorred cleaning was underway. Anika had just finished with the fan...

Cupid’s Arrow Has No Clock

A knock on the door was what triggered off the chain of events. Anika was clearing the loft, poised delicately on a seven-foot-high ladder....

Midnight Break

“ Midnight on the bridge. Come alone.”  Six words were all I typed before pressing the Send button and then I switched off my...

Betrayed

“Don’t even think of it,” Prerna’s voice came thundering from the kitchen. Like all mothers, she seemed to possess some extra sensory perception that made...