Post Tagged with: "Short Story"

A view of Household belongings under the debris of demolished houses

Roses on a dump

Home! Scooped out of the bowels of solid waste, like other huts, perched on various levels of the accumulated waste that grows vertical by the hour. The typical Asian shack consists of the usual elements—the blue tarpaulin, corrugated sheets and flattened-out cardboards. Anna is proud of this piece of space snatched away from other migrants that keep on pouring. Every[Read More…]

by July 3, 2020 Arts/Literature
The Sub-Inspector’s Sambar

The Sub-Inspector’s Sambar

Sub-inspector Kuttan Pillai lived with illusions about himself. The only realistic self-analysis understood by Kuttan Pillai was that he was not an efficient or good policeman – neither to the expectations of the structure of the police machinery nor to the concerns of the people. He always felt that his uniform was a barrier for his creative search. To overcome[Read More…]

by May 14, 2020 Arts/Literature
The difference

The difference

Puta Bhatta Jataka. The Buddha himself had narrated this story to a married couple. He had waited for them ‘like a hunter on the trail’ in his monastery cell in Jetvana, wishing to teach the husband a few lessons in gender equity. I read the Buddha’s skeletal story of his past birth enough times to know every word of it.[Read More…]

by March 19, 2020 Patriarchy
Breaking News: Rama Denied Citizenship Based On NRC + CAA!

Breaking News: Rama Denied Citizenship Based On NRC + CAA!

            “Minister, we have some stunning news,” the secretary panted out as he rushed into the minister’s office. The minister was not pleased at this abrupt entrance. It was a busy day, and as the person in charge for enforcement of the new Citizenship Amendment Act, he had a lot to do. “What is it,” he curtly asked. “Sir, this[Read More…]

by February 1, 2020 Arts/Literature
Chotu, the homeless

Chotu, the homeless

They all called him Chotu. How and why the name came to stick, even he didn’t know. He wasn’t short. As an Indian, he was average in height. But he wasn’t an Indian, or was he? Well, even that wasn’t clear to him. The other day, the fat clerk at the aadhar office had refused to give a form because[Read More…]

by June 3, 2019 Arts/Literature
The Bird’s Eye

The Bird’s Eye

I Greetings Guruji. We have been waiting for you anxiously since morning. What happened? Why are you so late? Oh, I see. The road accidents have now become daily occurrence.  God knows when the new highway is going to be completed. Until then it will go on like this. So how long was the jam did you say? Three hours?[Read More…]

by June 14, 2017 Arts/Literature