Monthly Archives: March 2011

Babe

Pinafored and pretty, Dimpled hands gripping the table, As his grandma bent over, A smile adorning her otherwise plain self, And cut the dumpling’s birthday cake, Celebrating his age of innocence. His silky eyebrows arched in delight, The babe made … Continue reading

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to be fifteen again

To be fifteen again, They flew  down, leaving  husbands  behind, Chores forgotten,  leaves of absence  in  place. To be fifteen again, They dressed up in the gay colours of girlhood, Shrieked with abandon, giggled and ogled! To be fifteen again, … Continue reading

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Always Alert

He was an outsider, forced to make a presentation on that super-serious and thus laughably ridiculous topic- ‘corporate espionage’. He knew that they maliciously whispered  to each other that the only thing he had ever managed was the canteen at the army. He stumbled through his carefully … Continue reading

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A clean job

He was obviously the ring-leader; he had that unmistakable air of command. The other two scurried about under his directions: the plastic bags swelled up with their booty, the fruit of toil in the wee hours of morning. Finally, the … Continue reading

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The Little Master

He had murder in his eyes. He brandished the cane and she quivered involuntarily. She waited for his thunderous shouts and the threatening swishes of the cane that were sure to follow. “I shall teach you a lesson” said he … Continue reading

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Short short story

It was 8:25 in the morning. The group of sarkari babus among whom she counted herself sauntered over to their bus at a leisurely pace, expecting Yadavji to wait, in the same servile way that the rest of the country … Continue reading

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The Liqueur Box

The Liqueur Box   A chocolate truffle made my day The sprinkle of wine- the scent Running deep- an old ravine.   The latticed chocolates- white and dark, Like emotions of every hue- some stark, Some mired in layers within … Continue reading

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