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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

War of the Worlds

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“Chetta, I am really lucky. I never thought I would get a man who doesn’t drink.” I turned back to see who she was talking to. Damn! To me indeed. “Yeah, er…yes, ok. I don’t like drinking,” I said. I had to, man. I desperately wanted her then. I smiled; on the nearby wall my shadow bawled aloud hitting his head on the concrete. This is the end, he warned the tippler in me between his screams… I married Divya … Continue reading