Maruti 800

Maruti 800

Pishi’s car had still not pulled out of the driveway. Inside the house, Baba’s door closed on us. Under the yellow porch bulb that was…

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Looking Glass

Looking Glass

They say drowning hurts.  Really, really hurts. They say it’s excruciating and scarier than you can imagine.  I suppose that makes sense, given that water…

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Cutting the Edge

Cutting the Edge

I was dressed in a ghastly shade of pink, bright and sugary, like a Popsicle. My skin reeked of sun block and bug repellant. The…

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Genny and the Leprechaun

Genny and the Leprechaun

Genevieve wanted a leprechaun. She’d never held a leprechaun. She’d never even seen one, not a real live one, but when Papa spoke and when…

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FEAR

FEAR

He was running wildly, panting for breath as his heart beat furiously like a terrified bird trying to break out of its cage. They were…

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What Is Love

What Is Love

Twenty years ago, they were madly in love. She loved him so much that she left her long-term boyfriend for him and moved to a…

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Diesel for My Soul

Diesel for My Soul

Rels meant relatives. Cooz stood for cousin. Fat was for father. This new lingo exasperated me. I bit my nails every time I heard it…

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My Tiered Tiffin Box

My Tiered Tiffin Box

In the late 1980s, Bombay (now Mumbai) had morphed into a rebellious teenager, the child of loving philanthropic parents but an incomplete adult, a poster-child…

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The Roofer

The Roofer

I haven’t been homeless all my life.  There was a time when I had a cozy bed to sleep in and a fine roof over…

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Voices from the dark

Voices from the dark

“Lassiwala..oy… lassiwala!” The young girl’s voice drifted down the dark, rain-washed corridor of the chawl. She stood for a moment at the door of their…

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The Gift

The Gift

The lane in front of the school was a nightmare with its worn-out tarmac, non-existent pavement and the huge buses, mud flecked cars, rickety vans,…

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THE FLY HAS NO PITY

THE FLY HAS NO PITY

Cooch Behar, West Bengal, India That week the rains came. On the morning of July 21 there was a heavy shower and a good deal…

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More Than You Know

More Than You Know

When I was nine years old, I accidentally knocked over my father’s vase. It was the last decoration his late wife bought for the house…

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The Session

The Session

The therapist’s office looked out over the park. Gold curtains framed the windows, the ends grazed oat-colored shag carpet. The room was spartan; only a…

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The Ward

The Ward

The proctology ward is quarantined.  My clothes are taken from me, and after inspection, my records and personal belongings are passed to the inside through…

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