Everybody has a story to tell. Some stories remain untold in a thousand pages. Some can even be conveyed in three sentences. Every person we meet, every first encounter, every first impression is a story in itself. Here are ten such short stories that tell us that there is so much more than what meets the …
Inspector Anirudh addressed the media exactly 120 days after the murder of D.M. Amarkanth. “Sir, Mr. Amarkanth’s family has demanded a CBI probe. They are not satisfied with the investigation,” asked a reporter shoving a microphone into Anirudh’s face. “Bangalore police has already solved the case. We have nabbed the murderer! What is the CBI going …
Hit Me Baby One More Time Please click on the link above to read the article on Women’s Web
Kajri, Santo and Rajjo had gathered in the common area. Rajjo had just finished mopping the lobby. Santo had just completed segregating the garbage between wet and dry of the corner apartment where she worked. Kajri was done with the third house before she would break for lunch. But today was special. The madam from …
1969: A Love Story… Almost! Please click on the above link to read the story on Women’s Web.
‘Women from good families do not abuse!’ ‘We thought she is a nice girl! But look at her language!’ ‘No wonder they are having so many fights’. Ananti held her head in shame in the quasi court that happened to be her in-laws’ house. Agitated, she put forth her defense. ‘He yelled at me first.’ …
The cottage had red bricks and a roof with a chimney. There was thick mist around. The sound of silence. The peace. Chandrika had seen this cottage before. It was the same one she had imagined in the Enid Blyton books she loved as a child. Two teenaged children ran out of the car and …
“Madam, I have draped the sari like mermaid! It is giving you very young and slim look!” The beautician bent down to fix Bittu Kumari’s sari pleats, pleased with her work. “I am young! I am 26!” Bittu Kumari frowned. “Oh! I thought you must be in 30’s! Was wondering why you are still bachelor!” …
This story is set in the year 2009. *** “So, you willingly emailed your private picture to Vicky? The pot-bellied Officer asked Ria with a smirk. Mr. and Mehta bowed their head down in shame. “Umm…I had just sent it to Vicky on yahoo messenger…. He sent it to Rishi. Rishi sent it to Ashir…. …
This story has been written for the Warrior Women Blogathon, for which it was selected as one of the winning entries. Daksha boarded the train sharp at 11 am. The journey from Valsad to Mumbai may have been only five hours. But for Daksha it was not merely a journey. It was years of rebellion …