The Berlin wall has fallen, the Iron curtain has been lifted, but the one between Babu maman and I will never crumble down, I fear. Incidentally, the former happens to be my father-in-law. Well, Babu uncle drinks very rarely. In fact he finds more pleasure in stashing away bottles his friends gift him rather than in emptying them. But once in every eight months, as he was some comet his previous life, he makes a return to his vault, pats … Continue reading
Valentines Day, and I remembered this story published in Yentha.com four years ago. Man:. I think…er…mmm…SSabi, I must tell you the truth now. SSabi, I think…I have fallen in love. Yeah, with you. Do you love me?” The woman let out a gasp, her fingers tightened around the helm of her shawl draped around her neck. She replied: “AAjiyetta…I don’t understand why you should ask me this! I told you a dozen times. Yes! I bought this churidar from AAyyappas. … Continue reading
First published in Yentha.com in 2010. “Who do you think you are, officer? How dare you ask me to stop my vehicle? Where is your identity card?” The policeman took a step forward to explain. “No, no, no, stop there! Don’t come near… I can read it from here. I am not the kind of guy whom you can trifle with, officer,” the police constable was stunned seeing my friend blast off at Vellayambalam junction last week. The only ‘crime’ … Continue reading
“Ha ha ha ha ho ho ho ho…..entamme…. Rameswaram! You mean, the temple Rameswaram! This is the joke of the century. Ha ha ha ha…my god, can’t believe it. Your husband took you to Rameswaram for honeymoon!!!… ha ha ha… ayyo…haha ha…ayyayyo…” The walls shook with my guffaws; my sides split, the chair I sat threatened to topple as it couldn’t take any more of my convulsions, here I would die any minute choked with laughter. For all the places … Continue reading
