The Fat-Girl Chronicles

#1- Dining Out “Ma’am…would you like to go for a salad?” I looked him in the eye to find any hint of sarcasm people unconsciously sport through the funny glint in their eyes, but the waiter had none. He was sort of warm: non-judgmental kind of warm, waiting sincerely to take the order. For the…

Something fishy!

Her father looked at her, helplessly. She was choking on a fish thorn that had accidentally landed into her throat along with some tender chunks of freshly cooked mackerel. She continued to bark and wheeze and gasp for breath, struggling to spit-out the sharp bullet like thing etched in her tiny throat. Her luminous golden…

The Calm

[1987, somewhere in a small town on the West Coast of India] There was a loud, angry knock on her door. She peeked through the old-style iron grill window of her modest home. Strangers frequenting her home had become the new norm lately. A gentleman with a turban on his head and a flat briefcase…

The Ashes

She stood on the banks of river Varuna, holding her father’s ashes close to her heart. It was hard to let go of his last shred of human existence. The man who had cooked her a delicious mutton curry just ten days ago, was no more. Her heart was filled with a giant hope that…

Eid of ‘92

‘Eid Mubarak, Haji Sahab’, sirened Aditi, locating him in his regular armchair on the farther end of the hall. Aditi’s unusual greeting took him by a pleasant surprise. She usually addressed him as Mirza uncle. He had recently completed Hajj, a pilgrimage to Mecca, which had taken him years to plan and finally fund the…