WHY I RAN AWAY WHEN MY WIFE FELL

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“Manu chetta, why did you run away when I tripped and fell down?” “What! Me! Ran away! Never!” “I saw you bolting off when I tripped and fell!” “I pulled you up from the ground.” “Yeah, along with those nice girls. But you ran away first!” “Divya, promise, I don’t remember anything! See, this is it. Whatever I do, you always find something wrong in it!”, I said in an injured tone. Truth be told, I do remember, my reader. … Continue reading

Finlandia – Glacier Bottled

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Can you stand long months without a sun, with the temperature dipping below minus 30, with every vista out there laminated by an unnatural sheen thrown in by auroras, those fluorescent solar waves peculiar to polar skies, followed by long months without any hope of a pitch dark night when we could slough off our worries and bitterness gathered over a day, leap into cozy beds, and gravitate slowly down into the cushy bosom of slumber? In short, can you live in Finland? … Continue reading

Beefeaters of Kerala

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The cows and incidents depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real cows alive or dead is purely coincidental and not intentional. I regarded her face again, and then slowly, without giving her any clue, walked across the meadow to steal a look at her from the other side. Sleepy eyes. Large ears. Long muzzle with nostrils flared. She stood there re-chewing the cud from last day’s meal she very thoughtfully stashed away in her rumen. ‘Amme’, I called her … Continue reading

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