Short Fiction #48

When it rains, I stand in the balcony, and let the spray drench me. I cannot be like you, Anu. I cannot run into the courtyard, and stand beneath the falling drops, like you used to. Yes, I worry about the neighbors, Anu. I worry about society, my family, my husband, my children… the list …

Short Fiction #47

Each time I cook paneer, and sprinkle the curry with kasuri methi and Kitchen King masala, I remember you. “This is what gives it an amazing taste, Anu”, you had said, as you skillfully finished adding a garnish of coriander to the curry, while I stood by the side, admiring you, loving you, and wishing …

Short Fiction #46

I often wonder what you would do, if we met while walking down the street. It’s been fifteen years since KMC, and yet, it often feels like yesterday. Yesterday that I met you, yesterday that I loved you, yesterday that we parted. Would you smile? Greet me? Exchange pleasantries? Pretend I was any other classmate? …