Festivals have always been special to us, it is that time when the whole family and the extended family gets together to celebrate – the spirit of the family as well as the spirit of the festival. On a typical Kerala festival like the Vishu, the day starts quite early. The lady of the house … Read more


The kid is unbelievable…. you leave him alone for one moment and when you come back, you’re blessed if the home is still standing. It being intact is out of question, you’ll find his diaper on the ceiling fan, the walls painted with any colour he could lay his hands on, the books and magazines … Read more

Abandoning the Bundle

The darkness and the downpour were competing, as if to see who was creating more trouble to the poor dwellers of that run down village. The rains were definitely heavy, but heavier than that was the bundle she was carrying. Muttering a few cuss words when her big toe stubbed against a big rock lying … Read more

Paru’s Umwelt

This post was submitted for a contest at 1HundredWorks. If you like this story, please vote for me by liking/sharing/commenting/tweeting on my story over at their site. Cheers 🙂 Paru’s Umwelt The day had begun like always. There was nothing different in the sunrise today and the sunrise yesterday – Paru slept late as usual … Read more

But I Ain’t

This post is in response to the 7x7x7x7 Writing Prompt, over at WriteTribe What is the 7x7x7x7 Writing Prompt? Grab the 7th book from your bookshelf. Open it up to page 7. Pinpoint the 7th sentence on the page. Begin a poem/a piece of prose that begins with that sentence Limit it in length to … Read more

Beautiful Eyes

They waited anxiously for little Pia to open her eyes. The gorgeous black eyes that once belonged to their darling would now open the world of sights to another beautiful soul. The initial shock over their only daughter’s untimely death had been too much, but her last wish, to donate her eyes, had made them feel … Read more

Prarthna : The Story of An Angel

I can still vividly remember those long years we spent in prayers and offerings to different Gods from different places and faith, in the hope of a miracle in our own lives. The sleepless nights spent trying and crying over our failed attempts of having our own child, the endless questioning by the relatives as … Read more

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