Unbearable

Is it Sunday already? Time for laundry. First the whites. Colours next. Four cycles. One. Two. Three. Four. Four. Four. Four. Four. North-South-East-West. Morning- Afternoon- Evening- Night. Spring- Summer- Autumn- Winter. Balance. Perfection. Four is the best of all even numbers. Two is OK too. But four is satisfying. Sorting through the clothes I try […]

Becoming Mrs. Reddy.

Amma sat chewing on her customary paan, betel leaf and nut, till her mouth and teeth turned a crimson red and fragments of green nestled in the gaps between her teeth. She grinned and her mouth was a festive Christmas theme all gone wrong. I looked away and cleared the table after dinner. The Lord […]

Dat’s mah man!

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise for providing this beautiful photograph! Woof! My name is Valentino. I am fabulous. And I know it. I got my shiz together. Look at my gleaming silky coat. I’m top dawg, man. I believe in taking care of myself. All […]

BEE PEE

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 and Weft

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 […]

At your service

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 […]

Down and out

You spoke to me? Me? Ok, give me a moment. Yes? Home? Huh? What’s that? Where do I sleep? When it isn’t raining, the trees there form a perfect canopy… When it rains, you ask? The priest at the temple allows me to shelter under the old stone ceiling of the mantap, the porch. A mattress? […]