My dear Daughter, Eliot once wrote about measuring out life with coffee spoons. No average beverage for me. I have something better. I am a hoarder. I collect saris. They are not just clothes but motifs of my life. Six yards of splendor draping every memorable moment freezing it for all eternity. A dust-pink and …
Continue reading The Wardrobe, revisited.
Suddenly the clouds clear and you see all that is there. Black magic woman. Prowling. Ensnaring the young and the unsuspecting. Mothers lock your sons away, for she is on the move. Starry-eyed. All of nineteen. Then twenty. Soon twenty-one. Suddenly, a very old twenty-one. No illusions left. Not anymore. Twenty-one. She …
It is all a blur now. My eyes, unfocused, don't see at all... but I know it all. The malignant star. Who would it be? My mother. I never got to her. Well, apparently, I did get to her. In fact, I got her. She went cold with me by her side. The ice …
It was time for Amma’s vacation again. Amma needed to get away from it all. So Amma huffed and puffed her way about the house and Appa saw it coming. Amma’s nostrils flared and her eyes had this fixed unseeing look about them. She stirred at seven in the morning when Appa brought her ‘bed …
Warp. Yes, I am the warp. Taut and unyielding. There is nothing distorted or twisted about me. Truth be told, I have been distorted and deformed by an act of depravity. To suit a skewed mind. I gave up on freedom to be stretched, to be tortured into this flow of perfect tension. Never had …
Unobtrusive. Yes, that's me. I hover about tables, take orders, serve people. My presence is very often taken for granted. Nobody notices me. Then one evening, I was noticed. It was too much to take. You know, you kind of get used to being invisible. When you are noticed you realize how much you have …
