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…)
“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)
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)