SHORT STORIES

Haunted and Helpless – A journey in Autism

Haunted and Helpless – A journey in Autism

6 years old, tall, skinny and handsome, and yet, Arjun can be a monster. The world has to know what happens in the lives of people who care for him. So, Hema began shooting a video of him in the van. She didn't care that her van was in the drive thru at Wendy's and...

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The Inbox Zero Hero

The Inbox Zero Hero

Barring the phone, 4 year old Mira did not have to compete much with her brother for her father’s attention. 6 year old Rohan had his own iPad that he kept busy with.   “Daddy, daddy, look, I am so sassy!! I am dancing, see? Daddy!” Mira screamed in thrills as she ran...

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Metro: A Melting Pot

Metro: A Melting Pot

As an informal student of Ethnology, I was excited to start a three-month contract at a work place which was 30 miles away from home and that I will have to get there via our city Metro everyday. Just imagine what it would do for my blog. So between home and work and...

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Pregnant brains, infertile bodies

Pregnant brains, infertile bodies

Thinking of Amisha makes me realize I have bitter feelings for fate. She has the funniest and the cleverest anecdotes on any situation, can make a conversation out of any topic, even cars, football, watches, video games, Affordable Care Act, ISIS – anything.   But,...

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Bleeding hearts: Bigotry vs. Catharsis

I buried him today.  Not the physical kind. But deep in my thoughts never to surface again. The first time I spotted him, checking me out at a kid's birthday party in March, electricity ran between my thighs. And a sharp pain shot up my holy grail, a part of my body...

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When I die, can you cry?! – Part II

-- Continued from Part I Tom used Google Translate to talk to her most evenings when he got back home. I can tell you he got the idea from me, because I used it heavily to communicate with our house cleaner Bilma, who is from Mexico. Mrs. Nadella greeted Tom as he...

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Some dress rehearsals are for dead mothers – Part II

– Continued from Part I In 2014, as the school year came to a close at the end of May , as I walked to the bus stop, I felt dreadful at the thought of  the huge summer break of 10 weeks that was upon us. We had booked our tickets to India for a few weeks, there was...

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Some dress rehearsals are for dead mothers – Part I

As long as I will live or drop dead tomorrow, no one will dispute the fact that I am an ordinary immigrant mother from India with spectacular hopes of raising my children with splendid grades on ALL their mark sheets, irrespective (for me atleast) of whether my method...

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How green were our valleys

How green were our valleys

A Novella 1 I will try not to sound cynical. Actually, this is how I speak. My natural monotone these days - trying not to get too excited about anything in life, in general.  Call it the adapted bashfulness that comes with age, if you will. There is a prelude to...

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Pregnant brains, infertile bodies

Pregnant brains, infertile bodies

Thinking of Amisha makes me realize I have bitter feelings for fate. She has the funniest and the cleverest anecdotes on any situation, can make a conversation out of any topic, even cars, football, watches, video games, Affordable Care Act, ISIS – anything.  But,...

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The unfounded terror

Hello?! Isn't SHE the one who proposed this lunch in the first place? "25th's a Thursday, work is really light, so I can sneak out for an hour. No one will notice. It's been a long time girl, let's do something!" Now, what were her exact words again? "It's an urgent...

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When I die, can you cry?! – Part I

On Saturday, October 9th, when Tom and I were feverishly defending her choices for boyfriends with her mother, Sirisha was tying a knot around her neck just a few yards away from us. To imagine her as desperate and about to end her life in her garage when we were...

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got tragedy? ™

got tragedy? ™

Diane sat in her car and thought about it. She decided that it was an NPR kind of day. So she turned on the radio and switched it from Q100, the more popular channel. Andrew Pete and his BBC Newshour were on. To her, America’s obsession with the British accent felt...

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The three wretched women

The three wretched women

Once upon a time, there were three wretched women. Nanamma[Grand mother], mom [STEP mother, actually. Strictly for purposes of writing, I will refer to her as mom going forward] and our servant girl, Rangamma. 1994: Saturday afternoon in my hometown of Vijayawada,...

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This time, another place

Barring the phone, 4 year old Mira did not have to compete much with her brother for her father’s attention. 6 year old Rohan had his own iPad that he kept busy with.  “Daddy, daddy, look, I am so sassy!! I am dancing, see? Daddy!” Mira screamed in thrills as she ran...

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Turns out I am dirt poor

I heard the doorbell ring while I was cutting up the watermelon in the kitchen this evening. Almost immediately I heard my eager 9 year old greet someone at the door. “Maa, can you come?!” He yelled back at me. I put the knife away and careful not to drip on my way to...

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Lights. Camera. Loneliness. Stigma calls the shots.

Jeffrey had never worried about making a mark in this world or leaving a genetic legacy. He knew very well that outside of the retired teachers’ roster at Johns Creek High School in Georgia, he had no other identity. However, a few times he wondered if his loneliness...

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I turned my Emily into a poster child

I am a good mom. Yes, I am a very organized, nurturing, educated and amazing mom actually. No matter what they say and how my actions were on that day, I am a good mom to Emily and Brody, I have always been and will be. It’s all going to be OK, I am home now, nobody...

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The Tyranny Of Vanity

Day 17, in my office parking lot: It was 9:30am when mom called. I answered wondering if I would hear “It’s over, Richa..”. Something I have been dreading since Nana fell down outside her bathtub resulting in multiple hip fractures. I had just parked by car and...

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Darling, Be Gentle On My Curves

Darling, Be Gentle On My Curves

"Tiny spaces and small handbags make you look big.. Now that's the first tip to keep in mind! Make sure you are always photographed or spotted in an open space! Oh well, at this moment, there is no much control over that, I guess, not an inch of space here to breath...

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@TheIngeniousDelhiite: U4E

"When are you getting married Ky?!" These days, Anu texts him with her question. And her prank-playing boy was never far behind with a retort.. "It’s tomorrow mamma, didn't you get my Evite?!" This time, the reply was puzzling. "Mom, I am moving to New Delhi at the...

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Kim Jong Il: The Nuclear Family Paradox

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield....

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The Furtively Intrepid Mexican

As I tell you the story of Miranda, 27, the protagonist, I believe she deserves a decent introduction and a few special moments under the spotlight.. There is a reason and you will know why... Soon! "Hi, sorry I am not able to take your call now. This is Miranda, the...

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The One Salty Laughter Tear

This one is special, because I have already written about everyone - father, sister, husband, children.. So, when it was time to show my love for the child bearer, I figured what better way than to ask her to scribble a few lines for my humble blog.. The outcome? A...

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