Then And Now …….

Haribhai had led a reasonably happy life. He was about to enter his 70s and when he looked back upon his life, he did not have many regrets. It was not as if he hadnt had his share of problems, his share of worries, but he had always managed to overcome them and come out…

The Ghost Of Sunday

Mohit sat in the corner of his bed, his knees drawn up to his chin. The bed was quite large for a boy who was just 15 and Mohit made a rather tiny figure as he bunched himself up in the corner, his eyes closed and his hands shivering.   It was Sunday, a day…

The Face Behind The Shadow

“Get off the road, you bitch”, he screamed, as he zoomed past the little girl, playing on the road with a stray dog, in his brand new Mercedes S class.   “Damn these zopadpatti kids. One of these days they are going to die in the front of my car and I will be the…

Mia — A Run To The Edge Of The Cliff

Mia sat at the edge of the cliff staring down the steep drop, which ended at hard black rocks, with the sea spalshing at them, surf flying high above them. This was her favorite place. Secluded, lonely, leaving her all by herself. A place which allowed her to think without getting disturbed by someone, who…

The Woman On The Road…..

The News Reporter was walking down the empty street in the wee hours of morning, as he spotted her sitting on the pavement. A forlon looking, frail, oldish woman, wearing just a blouse and a weather beaten, petticoat. There was a bundle lying besides her, just off the footpath on the side of the road….

The Belle versus the Belly….

When I walked into the Indore airport to catch my flight back to Mumbai, it was almost empty. Getting a pick of my choice of seat in the waiting area, I chose the one in the very first row, so that I could check the Flight Screen without having to get up. I sat there…

“Happy Woman’s Day”, He said…..

She sat on the floor on her haunches, her back to the wall, her eyes looking out of the window. Her hands grabbing her saree around herself, more for comfort than for covering herself up. She had been sitting there throughout the night, waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for another day to start….

The Two Timing “Whore”….

Madhav was sitting on the couch in the darkened living room of his apartment in Bandra, a glass of scotch in his hand. He looked at his watch and then at the door. “Its late, its already too fu@!#$% late”, he muttered to himself. He had been waiting there for three hours now, in the…

#NotAllMen —- The Other Side of the Looking Glass

He was 3 years old as I walked him home, from his kindergarten. His tiny sister craddling in my arms. We passed a rickshawala arguing with his wife on the street. The man slapped her, snatched the money out of her hand, pushed her to the ground. I hastily pulled my son with me and…

For a Moment there I thought I was a Muslim ….

I was lying there prone on the street and I had no clue how I got there. All I could figure out was that the road wasnt such a great place to be sitting on. I was being surrounded by a crowd of people of all shapes and sizes, menacing and yet faceless. They were…