Category: Prose

The Lost Shoe

  When I was a child, I lost a shoe while walking through the market. It was a busy market on a hot summer day and my mother couldn’t wait to get out of there. I remember she complained that morning about having to go all the way to the city for something so frivolous […]

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The Brown Belt

My father had a thick brown color belt. It was the only one he had. When it broke or wore out, he would buy the same one. He didn’t care if it matched his shoes. Probably because you could never see him wearing it. You see, he never tucked his shirt. Always roamed around town […]

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Of my Aunt’s Bindis, Bangles, and Courage

At the break of dawn, I heard the soft rhythm of the clothes hitting the stone plank at a distance. I lethargically carried myself to the window and peeped out to see Ammu Maasi tirelessly trashing the clothes and then taking a moment to delicately tuck the lone strand of hair behind her ear that […]

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Transforming from a Muslim to an Indian

It is an underlying fact that India is more a home than a nation to the millions of people who live in here and this feeling of intimacy towards one’s home is a characteristic feature of every Indian. The notion of nation was an alien invasion which not only restricted us to geographical entities but […]

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Different

The summer couldn’t have announced a more unholy arrival. Ablaze crops had turned to dust. The little that spring brought was wasted under the blistering heat. Only the rats survived. They fed on the little that remained and then ate some more. A little town, that was dry and thirsty, stood in the periphery of […]

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The widow sipped rum

Thunder growled at a soft little town. The streets; its people; were at the mercy of bleak ebony skies. Horses and street hounds made themselves heard. But, their sounds were without an audience. Still more thunder and still more rain. A stallion, built to last such nights made its way down an empty street. Not […]

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A moment in Time

Note: The nature of this piece mirrors that of a writing experiment paired with a visual artwork of my choosing. Trigger warning: A vivid description of an intrusive thought that may be triggering to individuals overcoming or dealing with any and all forms of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. A fire ant is crawling down the back […]

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I will tell Mama!

That day didn’t seem to pass as quickly as I wished because memories are cruel and come back like a boomerang. No matter how far you throw them away, they find you back! And memories which are your worst nightmares are hard to get over with.  Not every day you are scared of people until […]

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The Caravan

There was once a caravan on the other side of the river. Surrounded by trees and puddles and sheltered under the raging sun. Smoke came out its chimney and continued to fill the sky until whatever was being cooked inside had filled dinner plates. It had arrived in the beginning of summer. It had not […]

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Home

It’s been a moment since he first laid eyes on, 31 College Drive. Back in time College Drive had all of 31 brick houses with humble lawns and the occasional poodle. A few hundred meters from TK road, College Drive was an army settlement. This was not by design. Retired generals of the past had […]

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Through Change

The sky was a shade of orange. This could be the doing of either dawn or dusk. Irrespective, it wasn’t going to last for too long. But, it was dawn. The start of something old. Like the day before, it welcomed dew on the freshly mowed grass, carried the same summer breeze and hosted the […]

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