LIFE AS A RITUAL

Sitapati took his wife Sita to the restaurant on their sixteenth anniversary per local custom. Sita is watching the people around. There are about 2 or 3 at each table- a young couple, an old man and his wife, a father and two children, another mother with six children, More

SHORTCHANGING FEMINISM

“You held me tight in your strong arms.”

Sita was sitting in the living room holding the 8-page letter Gayatri wrote to Sita’s husband Sitapati. More

THE VERVE OF A TENDER SHOOT

“Mommy…” Kinjalka came running, from school.

“Ah! Don’t jump on my like that,” Sarada said, annoyed a little. Kinjalka’s face fell. More

A Bug

Early morning beams were piercing through the dark night and crawling on to umpteen directions faintly. More

MESMERIZED

It is four in the evening. Padmaja closed the book and turned toward the window. Snowflakes are flowing around forming into a thin veil. The city crew has not shown up yet to clear the snow from last night. More

MY LITTLE FRIEND

    Neela sat down with her laptop to surf the net for Telugu stories and poems. Her father had given it to her as she had started Computer Science classes in college the previous year. More

Kasiratnam* Vine

“Babu! Pour me some coffee, please,” the old man said, standing on my front yard.

I just returned from work and was about to sit down on the front porch with my usual cup of coffee. More

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