Self-Belief

BY MEGHNA PATTAVI She mopped the room as she knelt on the floor. Her dark brown skin shone with the sweat that soaked her. Her feet were cracked and I wondered if they hurt.  Bali. She was my house help now for a long time. My support system.  "Didi, your tea cup is looking at … Continue reading Self-Belief

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The Queer Girl

There was a girl in our class that everyone called a freak. I called her queer and my friends frowned at me for that. Some days the queer girl looked like she’d just returned from a costume party, dressed in a tutu and sneakers or wearing an animal ears hat and vintage shades. Other times … Continue reading The Queer Girl

‘Likes to Cash’ contest entry- Reshma Velappan (Fate)

'I'm a solitary dew drop and I wish to remain the same. I don't want to leave this garden. I have to reflect the first rays of sunlight and then become part of this land... That is my dream...', these were the thoughts of the dew drop. But its fate was different. The sunrays reflected … Continue reading ‘Likes to Cash’ contest entry- Reshma Velappan (Fate)

‘Likes to Cash’ writing contest- Lingam Aishwarya (The Church Mirror)

Riya was born and brought up in a rich family.she lived a fantastic life with luxurious comforts.Her life was absolutely like a fairytale story. Her eyes are like the crystals shining with the charm of courage .Her smile could make ones life beautiful.She was addicted to the pub culture . On the way to party … Continue reading ‘Likes to Cash’ writing contest- Lingam Aishwarya (The Church Mirror)

Guardian Angel

I was pissed. Pissed at everything- my mom, my sister, life, myself. But mostly, at my dad. I kicked open my cupboard and started flinging things everywhere, tearing apart my bookshelf book by book. Stupid dad. Abandoning me. Abandoning my family. Everyone. I shouted in rage as I pulled apart another section of my cupboard. … Continue reading Guardian Angel

More than just a typewriter

It has been a long day. No, scratch that. It had been a long week. The hustle bustle of everyday life had escalated to an extent where I could hardly close my eyes for a couple of moments. It's been only a week since I gave birth to twins and it has been the most … Continue reading More than just a typewriter

Rain

Everytime my mind wanders to my innocent past of crayons and strict bedtimes, my secret pet- A grey and white kitten- always invades my thoughts. It still amazes me that even after almost 10 years, the existence of my pet is still a secret. I had found it in the park, muddy and tired. It … Continue reading Rain

A Dead Red Flower

As I fingered the soft red petals, I was torn between the impulse of crushing the frail flower in agony and preserving the flower for an eternity. It was a symbol of love- found and lost. This flower that I plucked from beneath the neat folds of her hair was the only thing keeping me … Continue reading A Dead Red Flower

An Eagle’s view

The wind ruffled my feathers as I sat on the boughs of my favourite tree. It was the tallest one in the park, overlooking the rolling green land, children playing on swings and families stretched out on the grass, laughing, talking, playing games. I scanned the view below me when suddenly my senses heightened- I … Continue reading An Eagle’s view

Polka Dots

I walked into the office, clutching my briefcase. There were exactly 4 papers and 4 pens inside. As I walked in, heads turned towards me- 7. That was good. A good number. "I’m here for the interview", I said to the receptionist. She was wearing a spotted blouse. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... oops. I … Continue reading Polka Dots