Short fiction #38

It was one of those afternoons, when loneliness and boredom had driven me to tears, and I switched on the TV. I didn’t watch the news very often, because then the distance between us seemed to double, but that day, I couldn’t resist. There you were on the screen, looking so handsome and within reach. …

Short fiction #37

Do you remember the first time we held hands? It was drizzling, traffic whizzed past, and I was scared to cross the road. You wrapped you long fingers around mine, and took me across, in a few long confident strides. I had never fallen in love before, and I didn’t even know what you thought, …

Short fiction#36

My father had five children, four of us boys. My father and his brothers ran a catering business, that they had inherited from their father, and his father before that. They cooked for birthday parties, munji’s(thread ceremonies/upanayanams), engagements, weddings, shastipoorthis and retirement functions. Their specialty was making the sweet and savory items for these occasions. …

Food and Nostalgia

I'm not someone who makes sweets. Most of the time i experiment with payasam. I mean what can go wrong with a liquid with added ingredients right? Very rarely I've made halwa (once beetroot, and once carrot) However, when I felt like eating a thokkudu ladoo(better know as the bandar ladoo) that my ammamma used …

Short fiction #35

I always knew Jay and I were doomed from the start We were too unlike, and while opposites do attract, they do not, the best life partners make People told me that I was too good for him, I was too naive, I was too innocent “It will end in tears”, my best friend told …

Very short fiction#28

Remember the time we went to the Numaish? The smell of dust in the air, mixed with that of freshly popped corn. Of the hustle and bustle, of the colors, and mirrors, and those greasy veg puffs dunked in tomato sauce. It was almost dusk, when the lights went on, and the Giant wheel beckoned. …