The Lumberjack’s Wife

Because I do not know how it all ended, I might as well tell the story. It is about a girl who wanted a lumberjack husband to spend the winter with. She had always been exceptionally tall. I think that is why she always wanted a lumberjack. In the late afternoons, just as she wakes... Continue Reading →

Skirmishes

Why cauterize wounds? The sight of a masked man walking towards a festering wound with a branding iron would set motion in us mortal fears. More often than not, these are battle wounds with neither the doctor nor the patient having had the luxury of clinical training. Sometimes the roles are reversed midway. The teeth... Continue Reading →

An Opaque Matter of Assent

She fucked like she was fighting, rolling off the bed midway to get water twice. He stroked himself watching her walk to the kitchen and back both times. He was wrong. She flounced. She flounced to the kitchen and back both times. People who flounce had flouncy hearts. He did not know if this was true... Continue Reading →

A Woman of the Saltlands

And one moment she was there suddenly, compressed out of thin air, smoke emanating from her skin, cordite smell in the air. One of her eyes was red and bloodshot from pain and anguish. The other was black and mean. This is how I remember her genesis though she always claimed to have crawled out... Continue Reading →

I Am Not Fine Thank You

Not many people like the truth. That is the fact. I also write in cliches. I do not like that. I told that to the homeless person sitting next to me to whom I had given 2 dollars, even though she had just asked for change. "God bless you baby" she had said and sat... Continue Reading →

Words –

Who are we kidding? Most writing is cringe-worthy at some level. It is verbal diarrhea. Sometimes I want words to have lives of their own. They should say "fuck you floozie, I am my own being. You wrote me but that doesn't give you any ownership over me" and strut away. Then we would think twice before penning... Continue Reading →

Maaran’s Selvi

Sitting on his haunches, Maaran’s head was level with the revelers’ hips. The dancers cast distorted shadows stretched across the unfinished concrete floor littered with glass shards from countless drinking sessions. Where the floor met the wall the gangly shadows straightened up to give a sense of normalcy at the very end. Already Maaran had... Continue Reading →

Love in the land of Iguanas

There must have been atleast 50 iguanas placidly sunning themselves amongst the centuries old Mayan ruins. The sweltering heat steamed us into walking, baking pieces of meat wrapped in crisping human skin. Human tamales. The lizards had each staked out a tree, guarding its shady territory. Lazily glaring at the occassional intruder with a menacing slither... Continue Reading →

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