26 May 2010

Eeny Meeny Miny Friend

‘I wish I had known,’ said Divya. ‘Just a hint.’ And she started crying, small sobs that were threatening to rise to large gulps any moment. After some time she settled down, and took a deep breath to drown out the sobbing. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

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10 May 2010

Till Death Us Do Part

It is eight in the morning and the phone rings just once before it is picked up by may father’s ready and waiting hand. For every day, for the past seven years, the phone has rung like this every single day at eight in the morning. Uncle Ram is on the other side. He has [...]

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