A Quiet Afternoon

The waiter stood at the counter, methodically rubbing the glasses clean. It was a quiet afternoon, only one of the booths occupied by a regular. The gloomy café was silent & frequented only by those who had an old familiarity with it. One wouldn’t fall in love with it in a glance, its charm obvious … More A Quiet Afternoon

Perception

Girijamma woke from her nap with a sense of confusion. The room was dark, even though it was only 4.15 in the afternoon. Her sleep fuddled senses took a moment to understand the forming clouds blocking the sunlight. She dashed out of her room and made up the stairs as fast as her plump legs … More Perception

From Another Soul

We feature here our first guest post, or rather, our first guest poems. A hearty welcome to our fellow writer and poet, Deepa.E !   Flightless Frightened, I wake up. I can’t fly Thought I can always dream “The itch of untruth About that moment – When eyes were sealed & words exchanged In silence. … More From Another Soul

In the year 1690

As he tucked his dhoti into a neat knot, Gati tried to listen to his parent’s excited whispers. Though he was just a boy of eleven, he could sense it. There was something different about the day. Through the thatch windows of his agrahara, he had spotted an uncommon number of people on the street. … More In the year 1690