The Temp

Marianne was trying to find a way to balance her weight between her two feet so that she looked less like what she very obviously was – atleast twenty years younger than everyone in her class. Near the back of the class she spied Marisol fidgeting with her scarf and instinct took over and she […]

Mama Son

One particularly hot summer afternoon, while she was fanning herself with a week old newspaper my mother said to me, ‘do you know that parents always tend to find it easier to hate the ‘good kid’?” She was fond of enacting air quotes. I was fifteen at the time and the distress was clearly audible […]

Tall Tales

Rohan looked around the room.
The laughter was subsiding; people were sipping their drinks again or rooting through the kebab platter with their toothpicks, spearing anything that looked like food and closing their mouths around it. Within moments the room was silent, save for the hum of the air-conditioning and chewing or sipping sounds. In […]

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