June’s absence itched my eardrums, more than the shrill, piercing cacophony of the traffic underneath the flyover. It created a halo of silence around me — hell-bent on dismantling the ritual I was trying to inculcate: gorging on her freshly baked, dream-filled, sweet and pungent, crispy crepes of chatter. For long and never-ending quarter of an hour.Leaning against the railing of the flyover. Three days a week. The sun had already set in the western horizon leaving the sky pale gray. The traffic at the Maniram Dewan Road underneath was slow, and people jostled against each other on the narrow pavements while hurrying home from work or buying vegetables and fish at the makeshift market. The constellation of street lights, lit up a while ago looked like an array of dazzling oranges hung from invisible posts against the backdrop. I missed holding her hands, for that was the physical proximity…
It was so confusing: to call him deuta or sir. “In school, call him sir, if you don’t like calling him deuta,” my elder…
Today happens to be another second Saturday, so in accordance with local laws, the Rosebud Public School is closed and devoid of any activity…
“ Get up soon Rohan”, out cried an already late Mr. Tyagi, who finds waking up his fourteen years, three months and nine days…
My son and I were lazily basking in the sun one Sunday forenoon. I was not feeling quite well after an episode of IBS…
“Welcome,” said Prof. Tripathi, with a smile but in a not- so- happy note, “now what’s the reason for delay today?” Prof. Narayan Tripathi,…
He wasn’t sure how he’d come to be here. There was only darkness, deep and thick, and he couldn’t see. The air was warm,…
Shalini and Prabesh were standing under a tree. It was a secluded field covered with bushes and shrubs, quiet far from the main road.…
“That smells divine, Eugenia, what is that?” Agata whipped off her coat in one swift motion, her skirts billowing as she shut the front…