Published Stories

Stories published in ‘The Hindu’, ‘Yentha.com’ and ‘Readers Digest’.

Why I Never Became a Poet After My Father

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Why don’t you write poems, sir? You write well. Whenever people ask me, I clear my throat, look away and pipe the easy answer: I have good friends as poets – Sabin Iqbal, Arun Prasad, Ajayaghosh sir, Babitha Justin, Meera Nair etc. Can’t write a line without cadging a few fans off them. I don’t like to spoil relationships, you know eh? “So you never wrote poems in your life?” My student asks. “Are you Pradeep? You come from him?” I … Continue reading

Nectar of the Gods – Ice Wine

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The long wait that began from autumn finally comes to an end. Amidst all apprehensions, the temperature finally hits -8 degree Celsius at night. The men sigh, rise from their benches, emerge out of the building and begin to shuffle unhurriedly towards the vineyard along an earth now plastered in thick wads of December snow. The vineyard covered in net – to dissuade the birds of autumn to dip their beaks into grapes – is buffed to an ethereal white … Continue reading

SWIMMING BLUES: Our Experiments in the pool

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My dream: a) To float on the surface of a pond or a lake for minutes like a fallen leaf, like what my father used to do. Save for a nose and tummy protruding, everything else was submerged in the water as he floated and meditated on the clouds flitting by. 2) Shed the tyre around my belly. 3) Claim I am still young to learn swimming. Experiences before: Indebted to my students Vinod and Saji for my long experience … Continue reading

A cup of black passion

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Just trying to feel my fingers around words (after a long gap in blogging) with the aid of a cup of black tea, my new-found love. I disliked black tea. The dark, astringent, dusty liquid with jagged corners every molecule, that cut and rearrange the very formation of my taste buds and thoughts had nothing in common with me, I always knew, and but, yeah, I must admit, I too never caught it – that egoist of a beverage – … Continue reading