October 23, 2015


Come Away

Come Away with Me

(The story begins here. Read the previous chapter here) Next to the watery foliage of weeping figs and money plants, I sit and stare into the haze as if all that I say now is trapped in that timeless vagueness. The feeling that moving away from the city will make me one with those who […]

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August 30, 2015


Image credit: Jan Steiner

The Silence of the Scrolls

It’s been a while since the nightingales sang in the darkness, fidgeting on boughs swaying in the night-wind. It’s been a while since the fingers splattered on the keyboard like an impromptu rain. There is this dike thin as rice paper, holding back rivulets of waste and repentance that I dare not let loose on […]

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June 29, 2015


Ayesha’s Face (Sandhurst Road)

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(The story begins here. Read the previous chapter here.) I wouldn’t meet Ayesha for many days after that. Shipra had taken ill on our way home from Nashik. It began with convulsions in her stomach and soon she was vomiting fitfully as the taxi entered the outskirts of Bombay. We stopped the car and let […]

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May 11, 2015


The Spanish Witch (Sandhurst Road)

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(The story begins here. Read the previous chapter here.)  As the taxi wound its way back through unfamiliar streets, a steady downpour beat on the roof and slid past the windows. A wiper kept drawing a dull semicircle on the windshield. The driver kept his head cocked to the left, focusing on the road with […]

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April 12, 2015


The Pallbearer (Sandhurst Road)


(The story begins here.) The little rendezvous over dinner was skidding to an abrupt end. She was eating a tad hastily but with a grace that seemed natural to her. I had to perk up my act, trying hard not to chomp. Or gulp. “The trick to beat the junk pedalled on streets is to […]

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March 23, 2015


Sandhurst Road

Sandhurst Road

As my decade long stay in this city draws to a close, a prescient thought sets in like an invisible mizzle. It will not leave me, this feeling, that I may never set foot on this turf again, but I am not sure what it means to me. Will I miss the mossy whiff of […]

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February 1, 2015


The Pentagon Down

The Pentagon Down

The commander of the forces of associate provinces barged through the door of my tent two days before the clash of the legions. His chubby face was ashen with nothing less than volcanic fear; his fingers shook like peepal leaves in high winds. A deep guttural moan escaped his ample belly, suitably enough. “Senator,” he […]

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January 28, 2015


A Pony in a Carousel


Like a pony fettered to a carousel, I’ve been travelling miles after circular miles and yet not have moved a millimetre from the pole I am suspended. I am not in charge of this motion, nor do I control this stasis. I cannot even choose the music or the riders that cling to my back […]

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December 29, 2014


The Bungalow by the Tracks

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Five years after she fled to Delhi in an unreserved coach of Lucknow Mail the evening of her marriage, Miranda returned to the town where she had grown to be a woman from a blob in a womb. She found an accommodation in the neighbourhood of the house that used to be home. Mrs Mukherjee […]

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November 23, 2014


The Naked and the Mad


“You can think clearly only with your clothes on.” ~Margaret Atwood Somewhere down the evolutionary hill, or up the vertigo inducing precipice if you rather have that, we lost the ability of thinking clearly in our birthday panoply. The moments are fraught with some latent reflex the instant we unsheathe our limbs. A yearning, a […]

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October 29, 2014


Unnameable Things


Hailing from a childhood both untainted and unenlightened by television, I have fond memories of the whole bunch of siblings huddled up in the box room that our parents had converted to a common study, which also served as a hothouse of succulent stories, or an impromptu theatre. Best were the nights with electricity outage […]

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October 3, 2014


The Crusted Slice


Always on Dussehra, my sister who is a rung up in the family ladder would remember the older one who lived with us briefly. She was not too old when she fell ill on a winter night that thundered and wept with rain. By the morning she was gone, a few days short of my […]

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