Poda! Podi!!

I land in Chennai in a disturbed state of mind. The flight’s inordinate delay and lousy food have added to my foul mood upon arrival.
“What di, when did you arrive?” he calls aloud among the khaki crowd around the taxi-stand.
“The Owl!? Acting as an extra in a Simbu flick or what?” I ask.
He guffaws. “Podi [...]

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Lighthouse Maami- II

Part-I
Moorthy did his bit to add to Prabha’s collection, though he wore but a little gold on his person, apart from the finger ring that he received following his father’s death as the son who performed his father’s last rites, and a chain with a rudraksha seed pendant in the memory of his grandfather who [...]

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Lighthouse Maami

Prabha was one for jewellery. On all early mornings she stepped out for a walk on the tree-lined lane outside her garden house in Nungambakkam, a posh colony in Chennai. She struck a picture of severity in her sturdy Nike shoes and salwar kameez with a dupatta slung over her chest. After years of warnings [...]

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Rainbow Colours

I met her on the second day at college. We were standing outside the classroom, looking down at the morning bustle of students arriving, excited squeals of friends meeting, and high decibel chatter.
I sensed her watching me and looked up at her. She seemed uncaring of trends and her clear creamy skin and round bespectacled [...]

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