Published Stories

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

Why I hate cats? The long and undocumented history of our enmity.

There is a standoff, I agree. As an impartial visitor to my locality the first thing you notice is something sinister, something bizarre, something secretive going on between us, seeing the manner in which we pass each other in the street, contempt writ large on our faces.  Cats, I hate them. Our hostility goes a long way back.  Those were the days of my inquisitive childhood when I was busy disturbing little bugs and insects that came my way. Boys did that at an … Continue reading

A minister for an uncle

I divided the rice into two heaps. “Uncle, this is my great great grandmother and that,” pointing to the heap of rice on my plantain leaf, but towards his side, “is your grandmother.” Too ungrandmotherly a shape, he could only nod at the heap of rice I pushed towards him. “This. My grandmother.”  “Yes! Your grandmother.” With that settled, I was now busy delineating relations with the rest of the rice. From the corner of my eyes I could see Divya sitting at the far … Continue reading

Death of an elephant

Do elephants die in the wild? If yes, how? Don’t give me accounts of old age. No body gives it a hoot these days. Here we, tourists, skim around in ecotourist jeeps along the buffer zone of a national forest, hardly scraping the skin of its enormous greenbody, peering into the leafy curtain for a glimpse of action. Let’s see the highlights of life in the wild, the adrenaline part. A sudden whoop from the high branches, a hiss from the bush, a trumpet, a … Continue reading

Never trust a fan especially if he’s your bedridden uncle

“You do a great job, mole. These days, I cannot think of going to bed without checking what you have posted in your facebook,” uncle’s eyes welled up. So were Divya’s. “I do it out every half an hour. You’re irresistible with your posts. How do you find time for all this!” My uncle was too weak lying on his bed, his words were barely audible, only his spirits were high. “You…” he could not complete it, the poor old man … Continue reading