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 →
“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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
