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

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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

A Life-Altering Coffee

BY LINDA KEMP She stood leaning on the door frame, holding bags of groceries. Normally, she would have brushed him off, but today, for some reason she chose to keep talking. He seemed charming enough, his gaze inscrutable. Later, she would learn exactly what he meant by his gaze. But now, wholly guileless, she had … Continue reading A Life-Altering Coffee

The Devil Itself

It was a moonless eerie night. The trees were whispering among themselves. The habitants, however, held their breath- they could feel it, smell it- the Devil had come once again. It always arrived with the stink of metal, grease and sweat. If one sticks out their tongue into the cool night air, they can taste … Continue reading The Devil Itself

Stranded on an Island

"Okay. So, last question. Who are you?" "I'm Rekha Panni from Bangalore and-" "No," said the interviewer. "What I meant was, who are you as a person?" "Oh. I'm a housewife with 2 beautiful children and-" The interviewer smiled and my voice dwindled to a halt. "I'm sorry," he said. "I guess my question was … Continue reading Stranded on an Island

Finally free. Finally home.

A patchwork of greens. The smell of lemongrass and raw leaves and rough bark and wet mud wafted as we rode the crude path. Up and down the jeep went, tilting this way and that. A solitary tree jutted out of the green sea. White froth shielded the far horizon, shielding the sky and the … Continue reading Finally free. Finally home.

The Potrait of a Mother

She is magnificent. Her eyes always seem to twinkle with humour and amusement. The corner of her lips are always turned up, as though smiling twenty-four hours a day is the most natural thing in the world. Never once have I heard her complain, or whine, or lose her temper. Her infinite patience is only … Continue reading The Potrait of a Mother