banno, dhanno and teja in bumm-bumm-bhole-land

nothing happened

She called today. The last I saw her was at Borivali station ten days ago. She had been standing there, smiling bravely, flapping her hands in good cheer, but I … Continue reading

September 14, 2010 · 9 Comments

Bijji comes from US of A

“Rhea”, Bijji screamed. “My little dugduggi, how you have grown!” Rhea’s nose was jammed in Bijji’s armpit, which smelt a bit sour after twenty hours in the plane. Rhea tried … Continue reading

June 28, 2010 · 18 Comments

the reclining chair

In celebration of organizing my blog some more, and creating new pages for my short stories and films links, one more short story – the reclining chair – one of … Continue reading

May 27, 2010 · 4 Comments

pink slippers

Inspired by these, this: “You haven’t done it, have you? I knew you wouldn’t do it. It’s always the same with you. You just say you’ll do it, and then … Continue reading

December 7, 2009 · Leave a comment

home, sweet home

When Basheer went home that evening, there was no home. His nephew, Faheem’s wife, Azra, had been arrested with 5 other women and 27 men from the basti, for scuffling … Continue reading

October 3, 2009 · Leave a comment

a river left behind

I read this story at the Caferati meet yesterday. It’s a story that has been with me for a long time, and is one of my personal favourites. I’m still … Continue reading

October 19, 2008 · 13 Comments

The one or the other

A friend sent me this sms today. ‘6 am rush hour. Getting stuff ready for school. I get a call on my cell. A polite male voice wishes me ‘salaam … Continue reading

September 26, 2008 · 11 Comments

their very own room

I read this story at the Caferati meet yesterday. Half way through, I found my hands trembling violently, and my eyes losing focus. It’s this fear of reading aloud to … Continue reading

April 13, 2008 · 16 Comments


The British Council paid me 2000 rupees for this story, for the Faith issue of But never did find the link to the story while they had the rights … Continue reading

January 18, 2008 · 19 Comments

Stories at the Coffee Table

Edited by Peter Griffin, Manisha Lakhe and Annie Zaidi With a foreword by Nilanjana S Roy Design and cover photograph by Hemant Suthar A Caferati Publication A wonderful effort, and … Continue reading

February 26, 2007 · Leave a comment

your room

And then there was your room. The building was like any of the ghastly buildings that children draw at school, a rectangle with square holes. But no child could have … Continue reading

July 31, 2006 · 2 Comments

of goddesses and reluctant super-moms

Just one of those days, hot, sticky. My hair constantly flies into my face, irritating me. My old, broken-sequinned shirt pokes me uncomfortably. We’ve waited all day for Dhanno’s new … Continue reading

May 24, 2006 · Leave a comment

a perfect circle

Nupur stepped off the sidewalk with a slight leap that took her springing across the road, careless about the traffic, unusual for her. She wondered if Aman could see her … Continue reading

March 20, 2006 · Leave a comment

truly grossssss

My nostrils quiver all the time with the dust from the quarries. Snot congeals every few minutes, and has to be dug out like the stone for buildings. Except that … Continue reading

March 18, 2006 · Leave a comment

the ride back home

Imran said we could go to Tungareshwar. It was only around 40 kms away from Borivali. I looked at him skeptically. I had been living in Goregaon and then Kandivali … Continue reading

August 8, 2005 · 1 Comment

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