A short piece with a small twist in the tale!!
Author: Meenakshi Agrawal
Domino
“Women were his pawns .. almost always” “INDIRA,” he called me. He looked at me as if I were a person instead of just a piece of furniture. It is always Indu baby or Indu sweetie at home. They don’t realize how one can grow and grow inside all by oneself and never show it. Sometimes, … Continue reading Domino
A Time for Hunger
A poignant, meaningful short tale!
Father Always Plays Santa Claus
“Are you sure he will, Mummy?" asked Janie, her big, blue eyes gazing earnestly at Brenda "Santa Claus won't forget to bring my panda, will he? Suppose he gets the presents mixed up? He might bring me a teddy bear instead," she said doubtfully. "Of course not; dear, "Brenda replied in a soothing voice."I am … Continue reading Father Always Plays Santa Claus
The Art of Turpitude
ONE can travel far and wide throughout this country and find amongst the diversity of languages and creeds of India one thing which is common to all—the erring dhobi. Ours is no exception. In fact, I personally feel that our dhobi is a leader among dhobis—a veritable connoisseur in the art of turpitude. Be it … Continue reading The Art of Turpitude
When Writers Talk Shop
The writer of this article is seen here with John Boland and his wife Philippa “My ninth will be coming out in October,” said the lady in the grey dress who was sitting next to me in the dinner table. “Funnily enough,” she went on, smiling at me. “a part of it is set in … Continue reading When Writers Talk Shop
The Voice
It was a very pleasant evening. Our very good friends, the Lals were dining with us. Conversation flowed easily and I was complimenting myself that everything was going just fine . The first course was over and I brought on the steaming rice and curry. My husband handed around the appetisingly spiced dish and Mr … Continue reading The Voice
A Ghost is Born
My house is by the foot of the Welsh mountains. It is a lovely old mansion, I grant you; twelve bedrooms, huge carved doors and a fireplace large enough to roast an ox in. I do like pottering about the place on my own and I value my privacy. After all, we ghosts have never … Continue reading A Ghost is Born
Stories by Sujatha 