“Make sure the printing press ownerdelivers the posters tomorrow!”orderedRam Chand burping loudly while chomping on an onion pakora. He then mechanically wiped his fingers on the edge of the newspaper which lay languid under the weight of a dozen greasy pakoras and a bowl of tamarind chutney. “He’ll do so first thing in the morning”, assured Sukhdev. “Have we penalized him?” “No”. “We should have. Considering the quality of samples, he submitted for our selection. He has me either scowling as though I’ve been denied the party-ticket …or sporting a grin wider than the Indian Ocean as though I’ve already won when the campaigning has not even started! But what’s most shocking…he’s made me occupy centre-stage…My face dwarfs those of the others…as though the others don’t matter”. “But Sir, you are the candidate for the assembly election”, Sukhdev pleaded. “Don’t I know that? You think I’m a fool or something?”…
There were a multitude of things to engage the people thronging the fair and therefore one could empathize with the apathetic attitude of the…
That evening, Chora exited the house, fuming to such an extent that he would soon burst if no efforts were made to cool his…
‘It was dimly bright, the morning had just risen from its sleep when suddenly I heard “help……help. Somebody please help me” and went out…
It was so unlike Aulakka to wander away from home and be lost. Distraught with anxiety, Pathumma his wifewas panting for breath and remained…
I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my…
As he woke up again on a Monday morning, the weekend like every other weekend wasted away, he let out a huge sigh. Head…
The man was listlessly walking around in his kitchen at the topmost floor of the apartment building. He was not thinking about anything; in…
My Heartbeat Simbu, I scribble in this diary from a place where death enjoys a life of its own. Where it isn’t feared or…
