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Vinu’s mother walked into the room just as he had tried her new lipstick. She was startled. He was startled. She said, “What are you doing with my lipstick? It’s new…I haven’t used it so far. Couldn’t you have waited?” He smiled and handed it back to her. “I forgot to tell you…I am playing…

Pinnochio, the Fairy Tale – (Malabar Version)

Once upon a time, there was a wizened old king by the name of Sultan. In his younger days, he was once the most eligible bachelor/playboy there ever was in the flagrant town of Malabar. He’d reached power through a series of devious plots, and then had been King for the longest, got all the…

A Sibling to Boss Around

Kabir was a fine man, the kind that was loved by everyone in the village, helpful to the poor as he was to the rich. He had only one fault. He loved his children, all four of them. A bit too much. And he would do anything for them. His youngest one, Muhassin, wanted a…

How to Skin a Human Alive….For Dummies

She lay on the plank. With her disgusting nudity. You might think that sort of thing excites me. But no. I am not in it for the screams. Sometimes, you need to do things cos you gotta do it. Expectations were abound. And often times, you did things out of peer pressure. Like skinning someone…

The House by the Hills

Dear Sister, I write this letter in haste, and I pray to Allah it reaches you on time. Amir’s situation is dire, just as before. But what is worse, his wife has left him, taking my precious granddaughter with her. The house seems empty now. Deserted. It is like Allah has smote my son with…

I Hate Love Stories (They just make me cry)

  The papers lay on the café table, struggling to escape from under a turmeric-stained coaster. But it was going nowhere, neither of us was letting it free.  This time, I had decided that I would try hard not to cry.  It must seem silly, these tears.  My situation was so much better than his….

The Itch

This itch I swear.  It shall be the death of me.  I fear sometimes, that it will come with me to the grave.  I shall be all of six feet under, my family weeping their goodbyes.  And right then, when the angels of death, truly terrifying creatures that we know that they are, their eyes…

My Artsy Dreams

“You think that you change clay. But I think clay changes you” Nowadays, this is the kind of sentence that I repeat a few times a day like it is a medical prescription.  This is because I have suddenly become an artist.  It happened over the weekend.  When I walked by chance into a curious…

Such a Roach

I feel the disgust rise within me. When I see the Roach. It’s there everywhere. This insect. Work, Play, everywhere. The Roach. He looks like me, sometimes. He wants to be like me, I think. He’s trying, it seems, To make something good, For a while. But then I see, He’s a Roach. He prefers…

AI for the Indian Girl

Sowmya is trapped at a wedding. Still single, and aunties ready for attack, can technology save her?

The Lost Tooth

She opened her bleary eyes, when the cat, all seven pounds of squirming flesh, climbed onto her belly. Squinting into the sunlight streaming in from the open window, she discovered that she was now the weary possessor of a pounding headache, and at some point, had managed to lose both a tooth and a spouse….

Welcome to my Pity Party

Do you understand disgust?  Self-disgust? Then welcome.  Welcome to Amel’s pity party. No, no…we aren’t hiding under fake names.  This is her party.  Where she has the stage to spit ball and embarass herself.  Relieve herself in public.  Because why not?  Its a free space.  You get to flood it with baby pictures and travel…

Why Hell is an Alumni Group

So some lame-ass in my college class of 2004 has suddenly decided that it would be an awesome idea to find the phone numbers of 57 other class mates (two dead, may their souls rest in peace away from all social media) and form a WhatsApp group. The poor dear has convinced some of his…

Mr. Skeleton in the Closet

I opened my closet, expecting nothing surprising.  Just the same set of mismatched, undersized clothes I picked up hoping I’d grow thin some day without dieting or exercising. What I did not expect, was an anorexic version of a human being.   Well, not exactly anorexic, as starved.  Not actually starved, as dead.  And boney. …

Twenty-Five is a very attractive age

Twenty-five is a very attractive age. Bangalore Society is full of women, who of their own free choice, remained twenty-five for years. Take me for instance. I have been twenty-five ever since I arrived at the age of thirty, which was many years ago now. Frankly, this whole practice of age and its every increasing…

Samosa Fairy

Now my mother is always of the opinion, that when I have an impending time crunching situation before me, a bus to catch, a road to cross, a deadline to miss, I have a tendency to pretend that I am in one of those badly made, over-dramatic movies, where everything is in slow motion right…

Yakshi (Part 1 of 2)

“I don’t really get your premise.  If they were just female vampires, why do your yakshis target just handsome virgin boys. Why not gorge on anyone at all,” said Neha “In fact I could gladly recommend a pervert or two as a midnight snack for the ladies.” “Sexual urges, machi,” replied Nair, the self-appointed expert…

What Women Want….on their birthdays

The truth of the matter is that I don’t know what I want for my birthday. The truth of the matter is that I want you to find it out. Dip into my subconscious, read it like a book, and figure it out for me.  Until you do that, I’m going to pretend I actually…

50 Shades of Black and White

Disclaimer: Mild erotic content “So if I do end up sleeping with this guy, can you tell me what would be your psychological analysis of the situation?” said Lena, raising an eyebrow across the table. She watched as Serene’s hair fluttered in the gentle breeze of the fan, as an image flashed before her –…

The Crucification of Jack Sparrow

It was when Jack found his hands and legs tied unceremoniously to the gigantic cross, crumbling under its damned weight, sweating in the harsh June sun, that he realized something. He was in trouble, big time. The sentry nearby threw the whip again his sweating body. “Ok, Ok. I’m hoisting up. It ain’t gonna happen…

(Mallu) Bachelors in Bangalore

Nair wasn’t happy that particular day. Today was Vishu, the traditional Kerala new year, and had he been at his home in Kerala today, with his dear mother, he would have been awakened early in the morning and taken to the Puja⁠ room, his eyes gently shut by his mother’s loving hands. The aroma of…

The Trials of a Rich Housewife

There are no poor in Manampally…..at least not the type that was poor enough to work for a living. Or perhaps they did not subscribe to the principal of working for a living. Their principal argument against this fundamental expectation was the presence of the umpteen well-to-do gulf returnees in the land, all of who…

Satan in a Pickle

Luc slithered into the garden of Eden, and waited for the length of his body to coil itself behind a bush.   Even from the behind the cover of the dense bushes she was beautiful. Perhaps this would be the last time. The last time he ever saw her. Did he have the courage for it?…

Snow white, the militant feminist Arab Activist

When the feminists of Tahirir square declared that Snow White of Poisoned Apple fame was to be the poster girl of the Islamic feminist Arab spring, there was an expectation of a second round of executions to prevent the raging movement that demanded everything from Hijabi beauty contests to robotic male drivers cast in form…

Editing your Writing and Making it Stand-out (Non-fiction)

Editing an article has four parts.  I have described them in the order followed. Structure Edit, Find the article’s angle. What is the central theme the author wants to communicate.  For instance, in an analysis article of the story Yellow Wallpaper, the writer chose to illustrate how the story was not about mental illness as is…

Wuthering Heights: The Learning Writer’s perspective:

This one is a dark read, its memories haunting me all the way from my teenage years. Modern teachings of writings discourage the use of extensive flashbacks, which have a tendency to lose reader interest. Hence, it was surprising for me that Wuthering Heights is primarily in flashback and still works admirably. I would say…

The Learning Writer’s Perspective: Dawn

I have taken to listening to Sci-Fi novels through audible, specially when I am jogging. It started with Dune and the complete sereis, but now I have proceeded to Dawn. Today’s jog took me through chapters one to five, and I am gripped, first by the complete isolation and captivity of the POV, which immediately…