Varun was still smiling. He wanted to talk but he couldn’t and I stood there with a decision to take- take counter 1 or 3 and stay silent, or take counter 2 and talk to the trans-woman with Varun by my side. My mind was clouded but my conscience was clear:…(excerpt)
His finger seemed to point at the egg shaped chocolate but his attention was somewhere behind it. Something interesting had caught his attention.
“What happened?” I asked lowering my head to his level.
“Who is that?!” he whispered holding my ears with one hand while the other still pointed beyond the chocolate…(excerpt)
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…)
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)
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)