Shakespeare should have asked Diego Maradona who has been regretting his from the time he understood what it meant. The sky is overcast again. The umbrella, black and porous, is hardly a ray of sunshine on this dark and desperate day. The white shirt, suffering both the cold and the heat of a rough wash and more careful ironing, lies stretched “like a patient etherised on a table”[1]. The line jumps into his head faster than before. While he loves this habit of his that tells him every day the way literature has become a part of his life, he cannot miss the irony of it sometimes. Today, for instance, Prufrock –like, he must make the visit; however, it is not he, but they, who will be asking all the questions. The tie is a bit of a letdown; there’s only that much a black ribbon stolen from the neighbour’s…
The year is 1692; it is better to be anywhere else than here, particularly if you were not anything like them. But how was…
Dear Surekha, It felt good to read that you have settled down in your domestic life. It takes time to come to terms with…
Suhasi had just started to work from her home office when the housemaid called out, “Ma’am, there is water all over the living room.”…
“Let me sleep, mom.” Daniel said when his mom told him to get up. “It’s already 7:15, hurry up now!” his mom said. Daniel…
His bleary red eyes still haunt me. It has been 16 years to the day now, but those eyes won’t let me sleep. I…
Aruhi wasn’t sure if she heard it right when the class teacher called out her name. She was sure her father had paid the…
“Who’s where?” was a game. Dolly and Bob used to play. It was rather a peculiar game. Theirs was a big house. It took…
He liked his books arranged in a particular order on his small shelf. So when he took out a book from its place, he…
