The body lay out on the road, where I had placed it. Now and then, I’d go to the window and see it, still lying out there in the bright sun. Of course I had a million other things to do today and could not devote my full attention to it. But every time I... Continue Reading →


The lover of poetry

He’d read poetry to her. Verses and stanzas he’d cut out from magazines. Second-hand books he’d buy cheap from street vendors and lend to her one at a time, like a magpie guarding its precious treasure. Often, she’d tune out, trying to stifle her yawns and rein in her wandering thoughts, finding it all so... Continue Reading →

‘Beautiful, intelligent…a charming conversationalist’

Mayura was in trouble. On the surface, things were progressing smoothly. Ashwin’s father had asked her dad all the right questions about his health, his business, India’s prospects in international cricket, and so on. Her mother, in turn, had praised his mom’s choice of sari. As a bonus, even the woman’s stylish bob and her... Continue Reading →

Easy money

The newspaper was open to the Classifieds. Had been for the past several hours. David had three empty cups and seven round squiggles in red ink to show for it. He turned back to the first one. Could he be a gardener? He considered for a moment. All that mucking about in the dirt? No... Continue Reading →

I love ketchup!

People who’ve met me generally think I am quite unremarkable. I know this because they never seem to want to meet me again, no matter how many times I call them. Not that this bothers me at all. I am perfectly fine being by myself. But this is not about that. This is about ketchup.... Continue Reading →

Missed connections

The meeting was canceled and the call had come too late – he’d already killed 15 minutes at the rendezvous by then. The rain outside beat a depressing tattoo, reminding him of the fact that he carried no umbrella. Well, at least the café was almost empty. He dug into his backpack and fished out... Continue Reading →

A change of heart

This was a large one for sure. I looked down into the water and tried to make out what it looked like, but all I could see was the roiling spray as it thrashed about desperately. Perhaps I should let it alone. Anyway, the more the monster thrashed, the better our chances of getting rich... Continue Reading →

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