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…

AI for the Indian Girl

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

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…

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…

Idiot’s Guide to Transcendence

Hrithika sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree. Well, at least as much as her leg would cross itself. Lakshmi, the facilitator for the day, not only crossed her bare legs as the wind ruffled her hair, but had a strange boneless quality to it, as if they could collapse into multiple folds if there was…

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?…

Pinky and Commisioner Sasha

As a part of the “getting over all this shit” campaign, Pinky had decided that what she needed was a complete makeover, and as everyone knows, all makeovers begin with ones hair. That however, was a little difficult in Pinky’s case, given that she had already undergone too many makeovers and with the current state…

Yakshi (Part 2 of 2)

Continued from http://litlatte.com/2015/09/30/yakshi/ “So the number one rule is that all roads leading to Yakshi land must be pure gravel”, said Madhan as he drove his bike down a terribly bumpy path, a thick forest on either side. “Tarred roads are seemingly banned by the Yakshi queen, a great believer of exercise, so that the…