“Come September” was the favourite number of Gopalan. He was not a connoisseur of music but the month of September was significant to him. He played host to the students of Centre for Excellence in Ameerpet, Hyderabad, which prepared students for NEET examinations long term coaching. The students preferred Gopalan’s residence as it was close to the study centre. Gopalan always welcomed fresh batches as it meant the jingling of coins in his pocket, but the last September was hard for him, as he had to play host to four naughty boys, Nag, Vineeth, Sandeep and Rakesh. On the very first day itself, the boys had a taste of his attitude when Lakshmi, Gopalan’s wife, asked the boys to have a second helping of cream meringue. Gopalan said, “Oh, no, dear boys, don’t get me wrong. Cream meringue is just fine but I think of fatty acids.” Rakesh looked at…
Kasi left his office for the bus stand to catch a bus to his native place. His father insisted that Kasi has to be…
Satish was now in his thirties and introspecting about his life. In college he had an overflowing confidence with a ‘could not care less…
Not George Michael again. I can’t stand this tune. Still, got to admit, he could hold a note or two. The two of us…
Darkness was all he knew. The world empty of color. Of hope. Empathy. There was nothing but shadows, painting the walls black. Shutting out…
“Another round,” she signed to him across the table, beneath fake lilacs and ivy. It wasn’t yet time to close, but management had started…
That was Malgund village in Chiplun Taluka of Ratnagiri district. The entire area filled with mango, coconut, and areca nut trees was coated by…
It was a white bungalow. There were pink bougainvillea flowers growing along the walls. Outside, near the imposing black gate, two police officers in…
I love my father. I miss him. He never stayed with us. He used to come occasionally. Sometimes I couldn’t even know when he…