Varun Part-1

I was (in a way) handling a certain euphoric eight year old during an impromptu gathering with my mother’s friends. Varun’s frail frame and broken teeth made me feel that he was a millionaire receiving money from the tooth fairy. He had a neat fade on either sides and a letter haircut- V -at the back.  Someone needed to give that barber a pat on the back and the jealous monster within me muttered how “liberal” schools have become with regards to haircut (excerpt…)


Jameel or Jack?

“Amma what would you do if I changed my religion?” I asked my mother with hopes of picking on her. It was a lazy Sunday morning and we had just had our routine South Indian signature coffee- the filter coffee. Sitting on a nilkamal chair with legs on the coffee table, my mother’s undivided…(excerpt)


Farewell dear mother,
I will miss your constant chiding
Asking me to help you with those chores
Forcing me into nothing

I will miss your heavenly…(excerpt)



The honking never stopped. Red lights flickered from the Skoda Rapid in front of us. Looked like a car was blocked by a bike trying to take a right turn. The roads were bad but it really didn’t make a difference to me because I loved driving. It was going to be a long drive, a thing that my mother hates…(excerpt)


The Journey

Pennies from heaven dropped
Happiness engulfed him over the top
Over-accomplished parents, loving family
The six year boy had all reasons to run around happily.

The eight year boy arched his eyebrows
Roused from his bed piled with…(excerpt)


Ten Minutes

It was night. Ten minutes till midnight. Ten minutes can change the world. After all, every minute counts (doesn’t it?). It was a cloudless night. I headed to…(excerpt)