Monthly Archives: December 2012

Report from Mangobaag

Pink bazaar, a line of colonnaded shops. Long back the king had gifted a mansion, where the bazaar is situated now, to his concubine, who was young enough to be his granddaughter. On full moon day the king would come to the king-sized cot in its courtyard, which had pink sheets spread over it and pink pillows lying on it, with pink bowls of fruits and camphor lit in pink-coloured pots lying near it. The wait under the canopy of … Continue reading

Freekick: The Day The Earth Stood Still: Part 2

(Read from the first part by clicking here) Beep beep! Listen! It beeped again. She checked her watch. It said 2:30am. The room was washed with the dim glow from her husband’s mobile. A message at this time! She looked at her husband. If innocence has a face, it could be his! Her fingers sleepwalked towards the mobile lying on the window sill; her eyes were half-closed. A message from a Sheeja? She pressed a button. “Oh!” A gasp escaped … Continue reading

Freekick: The Day The Earth Stood Still: Part 1

Only the bare outline of this story forms the actual incident. The thoughts and actions of people in crisis in this story are imagined. What else can I do? I have no other way to depict them because I was in deep sleep when everything happened. All I remember is waking up to my wife’s noisy breathing, and her face blazing in the darkness with anger as she announced to me that I’d become a father. And she was not … Continue reading

My Name is Rum

Call me Mr. Rum. I come to relieve the man off. He is a teacher, a traveler, a writer.  Let him bask in the sunlight. Here I will be, dark in tone, deep by the roots, down under. Rum, I am. You may want to cut me down by calling me the dirty underbelly, the libido, or the Mr. Hyde side of the goody goody Dr. Jekyll. Listen. I don’t care a damn. Because I am Rum. Born in the … Continue reading