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In Quest of an Identity

He was born on the third day of November in the year 1978 in one of the lesser known localities of New Delhi, India’s capital city. The youngest of three brothers, he was his mother’s favourite—a predilection that unwittingly won him a secret animosity from his elder siblings.  Theirs was an average Indian middle class family – where values and tradition are held paramount whenever convenient and shoved away whenever not; where pedantic grandparents and philosophising parents moralise before indifferent children; where for all their affected piety, moolah is alluded to more often than God; and, where good education and fine grades

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Beyond Severance…

I look at my reflection in the mirror. I see the serene body lying in front of me, smiling beatifically in a dream in some far-away realm–sans a care in the world. She’s been my wife these seven-and-thirty years, this beautiful woman here, sleeping like a baby as I watch over her… I’ve always been fascinated by the magic a little time spent in quiet reflection is capable of conjuring. My current reverie takes me back to the time I’d first met her in college. She was strikingly beautiful with hazel eyes, raven tresses, a little nose and lips like

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Dirty Dishes – ii

Read the first part here She left the computer screen. She looked at the sink again. They could wait until she got back. The dishes weren’t going anywhere. She needed to get out though. She felt so much better after her shower. She took her time, styled her hair, plucked her eyebrows, applied some lipstick. She was OK. They were OK, they’d get through this because they were bigger than this. They had a lot of love between them, she knew it deep down in her heart. She knew it every time he held her, every time he teased her, every time

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Dirty Dishes – i

Daily routines were causing him to grind his teeth in the night. Her smiles seemed inane. What on Earth was there to smile about? They were scraping by, at best. There was a baby on the way, there was a mortgage to cover and she had just stopped work. Just stopped! So no benefits, no maternity leave, no money. His job certainly didn’t cover it. They always talked about starting a family, but that was a few years down the line. She was going to be a writer first. That’s what she said. But he looked at her, grinning over

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A perky tour to death

I scarcely recall my childhood days as I have a bad memory, please excuse me for that! In my growing years, I always had one complaint from my sweet extended big family, though never did I know that that wish would cost me my life. I was given all the pleasures and I even enjoyed them to the extreme. In our community it is said that, the earlier we grow, the shorter our life span is. Yesterday, I overheard my parents talk; at first I thought they might be having their naughty husband wife discussion but later as I hooked

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The eyes and the soul – ii

Read Part i here The business my husband was overlooking was my father’s. It was willed to me. In a love-struck impulse I had handed over the decision-making power and unlimited authority over the coffers to my husband. I sent for the company lawyer who was my father’s trusted friend, apprised him of the situation and asked him to find a way of bringing all the power back to the pivot – me. To my relief, there was a quick way out as I was still the boss on papers—even though I had regressed into being no more than a

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The eyes and the soul – i

I had first met him a score or so years ago—a mere mite of a child scarcely four years of age; scrawny and freckled clinging to his mother’s sari as if he’d never let go of her. There was something about his expression that had struck me on that cold December morning when we’d first met. That uncanny ‘something’ still strikes a chord in my bosom whenever I dwell on that moment of long ago. There was something about his eyes that told me he was a kindred spirit…yet there was something more to them; something so intense, it is

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Death of a family

I stared at my little brother as he sat in one corner of his room crying, as if our parents had died. But our parents were in the next room. That’s why he stuffed the curtain in his mouth so that his sobs don’t reach the next room. Daddy would have hit him harder. Already his face was covered with bruises. A punishment for failing in the exam. That was the crime my little brother had committed. Being the elder sister I wanted to go hug him. Tell him that it’s okay. Exams don’t define life. Exams don’t set standards.

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The coracle and the anchor

To my husband, because I love you. I often wonder where life would take me if I had not found my anchor. Where would I be? No doubt, I would land amongst rocky shores, beaten and worn from the tossing waves. I would be seasick, sick of sea and weary of water. No doubt my skin would be caked in salt, my lips bleeding and dry, hair matted and coarse and bones, tired and limp. My craft, you see, was never robust, you could hardly call it a craft! It is more of a coracle, small and round with only

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Kali in the Kitchen!

I watch in trepidation as Ma stalks the kitchen. She’s picked up the sickle, not a good sign. I know better than to stand in her way or try and dissuade her, she’ll calm down eventually, work out that it’s not the right time. But today, I can’t help but worry. There’s something different in the way she’s holding her weapon. I move away, I know there’s nothing I can do for the time being, so I go and visit Ganesh. He always manages to make light of the whole thing. But when I get there, even he is in

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