Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Sarveswari Sai Krishna

The author wishes to write like J M Coetzee, cook like Nigella Lawson and earn like Beyonce and at the end of the day, not look like something the cat dragged in. If wishes were horses...
36 WRITINGS

Holy Cow! (Part II)

“Marry a cow,” said Swamiji without flinching a muscle in his face. “What?” the supreme star, as he was known in the Cine industry, was...

What’s in a name?

Aren’t we all cursed when we are named? Cursed, because each time our names roll out of our lips, impressions are formed, assumptions are...

At stake

Seven girls were chosen from the village.  The requirements were exacting and the priest wouldn’t settle for anything less. Chaste virgins with no impure thoughts...

Milan Doesn’t Stop

  Disclaimer: All names, places and incidents are purely fictional. Please don’t be tempted to google and look for mistakes. Instead, the writer recommends doing...

What goes around…

“That is ridiculous. You can’t procure shoot at sight order for Karuppan” I said and in the moment of anger added, “Had you not...

The Pawn

“ That is ridiculous. You can’t issue a shoot at sight order for Cooper” I said and in the moment of anger added, “Had...

The Chosen One

How much we fear death. Dr. Robert Edellman did what any man would do when a pistol was pointed to his temple. He yielded to...

I, Anastasia

The basement was dank and smelt of fear, a mixture of breath, sweat, and urine. It was too small for all of us to...

His Backup Plan

Trust me!  I was very lucky. How many of you could survive a 15 feet fall and live to tell the tale? I did and how! It...

Ink Dyed!

A man, who had seen 50 summers, was bent over the prototype of a printing press. He was very pleased. It had been a...

An Appeal

This is not a story, rather an appeal to find a friend of mine. I have an axe to grind with her. I am a...

Powerplay

He knew the very second their eyes locked that she desired him. And that she was his type, the adventurous one. No, they had...

Time will tell

(The story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely intentional) It was the last day of cross-examination of...

..of Swamis and sins…

‘Yes, mom. ….No, please. Don’t worry….just a stomach ache….I am fine….yes, definitely... ..no, won’t miss it from next Friday……..Ok, then. See you on Sunday....

The axe forgets but the tree remembers.

1914 January Themba was sure he would be shot if the landowner saw him frantically digging up the red soil with his bare hands....

Like Mother, Like Daughter

How did it escape? It should have been discussed. The pain. First. Now it, the question, creeps up. On the way to the hotel....