Category: Fiction

Like Tears in Rain

Like Tears in Rain

I stood on the precipice, looking out across the barren land, all hope lost. I’d been alone for months, barely surviving. I thought of the life I’d lived before, all the happy times I’d shared with family. One foot hovered over the edge, and stilled. Part of a monologue I’d heard, long ago, came to […]

All the Wet Cushions

All the Wet Cushions

The monsoon took Mother when I was a little girl. My family repaired cushions in the marketplace, next to the saree merchant. One day, heavy rain brought floods. I scrambled for high-ground, but Mother was overcome, crying, “Aditya.” Then she was gone. I wept for a year. Until at school, we learnt about rain. That […]

Secret With the Bees

Secret With the Bees

Tom resorted to tuck-float position in the middle of a backyard pool, fully clothed. He was attempting to hide from an army of bees hovering above the pool. They were hoping to introduce themselves. He was hoping for them to leave.  A couple of seconds for the partying bees felt like an eternity to him. […]

A Petulant Pixie

A Petulant Pixie

I was taking a turn around the walled gardens this morning, the deciduous forest with its fresh spring leaves the perfect backdrop to the scene. It was early June and warm, despite the early hour. As I passed a patch of peonies, in shades of palest pink with bright yellow stamens, dusky rose and blush […]

In the Footsteps of Matsuo Basho

In the Footsteps of Matsuo Basho

A mystery, whether my journey was a pilgrimage, coming of age or penance. 17th century Japan closed its borders to nurture its culture and likewise, I locked myself off to family, friends and the world in order to develop my mind. Regarding Matsuo Basho as an absent master, I was following in his footsteps. “Footsteps” […]

Achieving the Impossible

Achieving the Impossible

Placing the bouquet of pink peonies, her grandmother’s favourite flowers, beside the headstone, she was reminded of something her grandmother had once told her. “They symbolise good luck and prosperity.” But it was her grandmother’s words, on her eighteenth birthday, that had navigated her future. Stroking the honey bronze enamel body and wings, encrusted with […]

Family Secrets

Family Secrets

On good days, Mom sings as she cooks luxurious breakfasts. We run downstairs to kisses and hugs and a warm kitchen. Today, the house is quiet and cold, filled with a grey fog that’s almost visible.I slip into her bedroom to check on her. “Beth,” she sobs. ” I’m lost – drowning in my own […]

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