The moment went off without a thought. It was only when his wife reminded him that he realized the specialness of the moment. It wasn’t much, but the last time it happened was eighteen years back, in eighth standard. The next day, he chewed over the nostalgic moment a bit before he opened his lunchbox. […]
From the lift, he heard the shouting on his floor. If he was greeted the same way he’d been the last few days, he’d complain. He hated confrontations. It didn’t help that he had to confront a 6 year old, who was learning karate and whose straight punch greeting landed at his body’s strategic points. […]
He supposed he would just have to go through with it. After all they had warned him of this about 5 minutes after they started. He remembered the exact words “ ..aur aise shuru hua Drona ka safar” They were right, with a small modification – from then on, the audience was forced to suffer […]
He was very happy, someone was cleaning his toilet. It’d never happened before, in almost a year since he’d begun using this place, right on the main road. But just as he began his morning rituals, the man threw a bucket of water. He flew away, looking for another statue, wondering why today was special. […]
She considered slapping him for his statement. Under any other circumstances, what he’d said would amount to a compliment, but not now. In her present condition, considering her dishevelled looks, and most importantly, knowing him, she was sure he’d used the words ‘You’re looking hep’ as a pun on her hepatitis. He pleaded not guilty. […]