Fear. #FictionMonday

“I love this shade of red!” Maya beamed happily as she applied the colour to her lips and pouted for a selfie. Click..click..she went, clicking selfies on her phone, least bothered by the onlookers. Oblivious to the man standing behind her, carressing her dupatta, she admired herself on her phone camera, turning her face this way andContinue reading “Fear. #FictionMonday”

The final straw. #FictionMonday

Ma was never the angry sort. Never a foul mood even when there was hardly any food on the table; never a slight to those pesky neighbours who were always stealing lemons off our tree–the only one–in our backyard; no rebukes in spite of all the din we made over who would do the dishesContinue reading “The final straw. #FictionMonday”

The attic story. #FictionMonday

Cleaning the attic always brought Granny’s histrionics to the surface. All the clutter lying there since ages, covered with a thick layer of dust and colonies of spider webs seemed to be her ticket to long life. If we were to discard all that junk, then she would die, too–she claimed. Every time we venturedContinue reading “The attic story. #FictionMonday”

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