Lust For Life

Lust For Life

I must have looked aghast at her bare feet, for Ajji smiled her widest, toothless best, and said, “Back home I never wear chappals. If I did, I’d probably leave it somewhere and forget about them.” But I was thirteen and as with most children at that age, I was...

Memory of a Fragrance

I sprinkled a few drops of water on the flat round stone and worked the severed tree limb—smooth face downwards—in a sequence of relentless spirals. Despite protests from my aging joints, I sat cross-legged in the puja room. It was my last evening in the apartment. I...
Miss, Dolly and Hulk

Miss, Dolly and Hulk

I enter the open gates of the dimly lit park. The pre-dawn darkness conspires with giant trees that stand, branches interlocked, like soccer players plotting strategy before a match. The leaves whisper secrets. When the sunlight cascades through the leaves, the park...