The Daughter

The Daughter

  AUTHOR’S NOTE: WITH DUE RESPECT TO ALL THE RITUALS THAT FOLLOW AFTER THE DEATH OF SOMEONE IN A HINDU FAMILY, THE AUTHOR WOULD LIKE TO ASSERT THAT NOTHING STATED IN THE STORY HAS BEEN WRITTEN TO MALIGN ANYONE OR ANY RITUAL.   12th June 1992 After an...
The wings of a bird

The wings of a bird

The white Ford Endeavour screeched to a halt on the porch of the Ramamurthys. Parking it aesthetically, Priya Venkatesh stepped out of the driver’s seat, much to the awe of the two ladies of the Ramamurthy household. They exchanged acerbic glances....
Justice served

Justice served

‘OUCH,’ the baby inside my tummy kicked hard. The pain, however, was so soothing. The feeling of a life kicking inside the tummy, I suppose, is the most exciting for a mother. It was my baby shower. Guests poured in, and Amma’s complete medical...