Somewhere in Madras Presidency, sometime before the ̐Channar revolt, the twin-conical fabric sat on the coir bed way before the bride entered the room. ‘Could be a bit large,’ the man thought, as he took them. He caressed the right cone, then the left. Jolting as if hit by instincts, imagining the weight, the burden that cloth would have to bear, he walked to the window where the full-moon ripped the dark sky, inspected them again, plucked off small protruding pieces of thread from the sides, and watched every stitch closely until the doors behind him opened with a gentle sweeping swoosh. The man and his wife had been neighbours, childhood friends, and had even married each other umpteen times during their childhood plays. But, then she was seventeen and really married to him. Seventeen was too late for any girl to get married, but she was determined that she…
In a particularly small town, on a particularly small street, there lived two small youngsters- their houses leaning towards each other as would young…
There was a flash of gold in the window. Shawn, a young boy of nineteen, saw it again, in the topmost window of the…
It was Shailee’s first car, a brand new shiny, ice blue Subaru. After driving the hand-me-down 97 model Honda Accord, for 21 years, the…
I am on a wooden boat with mother and baby brother, crossing the buzzing, high-current Diyun Hka river from the Miao bank to the…
They loved to go to the hills. Every November, Jun never misses an opportunity to ask Akakh for ride to Shillong, where the hills…
My father has been blind by one eye. When he turned deaf he became somewhat helpless. “Is this what next?” he often asked looking…
THE sun shone feebly and evening approached sooner. Gentle blowing of cold wind marked prevalence of winter. The already low temperature dipped further which…
The etiquette training that her mother had been so obsessive about in her early years was definitely working overtime as she managed to clamp…