The Sens sit down for lunch. Except Mrs. Sen, of course; she remembers her virtues still From behind her Man, she watches As her family appraises the day’s spread, her husband sifting through the course, her children hoping against the predictability of it. As they break at the fresh mound…

Mr. Sen sat in the blue glare of the laptop, his eyes a little too close to the screen, his fingers tracing the line of the six-digit OTP. Just to be sure. He placed the order and a big, green tick appeared on his screen in silent commendation. He quickly…

Brinda woke up, the side of her body in contact with the bed, drenched in sweat. She looked up, the misaligned fan placed directly over Ashok’s side of the bed. Except there was no Ashok. He had died exactly three years from today in a car accident. Yet, she left…

Mrs. Sen sat up in her bed, her limbs heavy with the remnants of sleep. The windows rattled in the blowing winds and she could hear a soft drizzle pouring. The room rose around her dark and sepulchral, the wet, mouldy air hanging low in the room . She wrapped…

Take a piece of your heart Red, raw and throbbing And put it down on paper The words big, bold and Tharoory In the best stationery you can find Write it over and over Till the time you are sitting surrounded in your own pellets of ideas Write it one…

His eyes caught my own Look away, look away, look away… But my face had already smiled in acknowledgment. Shit! I palmed my cup nervously for warmth and for purpose, As he sauntered up to me, Two pairs of legs One his own, another quarter the size hopping nimbly to…