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Diabetic (Part 2)

He had singlehandedly started a mini communal riot by accusing Abdul of secretly bringing beef samosas on the class excursion to Golconda (the one in 1989, specifically, not to be confused with the excursions, also to Golconda, in 87, 90 and 91, which had bee(more)
B emailed last night saying he was in the city through the weekend so could we catch up for a coffee or drinks or brunch or something? I replied sure, why not, as insincerely as I could, and after much conflict, gave him my real number.
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It's amazing how much useless, dangerous--borderline cancerous when allowed to infiltrate a mind of my stellar capacity, intelligence and ability--knowledge I owe one word. You would think I'd be immune to its advances by now, but dressed in all caps, often yellow, toting an exclamation mark, far greater men(more)
Their sun room doesn't let in much sun. Every day that I can remember, all their blinds have been drawn, but for one that stops a foot short. It is from this perch that the fat grey cat considers the world through buttonhole slits in his sunlit green eyes.(more)
It’s warmer inside. It doesn’t mean to be. If the wind is whistling as snow falls over streetlit salty streets, you wouldn’t hear it.

“Give me an open E,” he says, and he gets it. They volley their electric ascent while everyone waits with deference.

Then the(more)
She talks to her fish.

At first, it was about the weather. The catfish always thought it would rain. Then the guppies revealed their taste for fashion. The minnows, it turned out, knew a thing or two about relationships. The rainbowfish had an opinion on everything and the(more)
Last year, he lost his wife of fifty two years.

Some reminded him of her good fortune in escaping widowhood and her assurance of a place in heaven. Others wished her luck upon themselves and their wives or daughters.

He wanted to tell them all to go(more)
When he was twelve, his uncle convinced him that the word virus was an acronym—that it stood for Vital Information Resources Under Siege. He thought it was the cleverest thing ever.

Three years later, he worked that unverified gem into a speech for a high school debate. The(more)
It’s 1992. He’s seven years old. When he grows up he wants to specialise in differences. He’s been studying hard. The internet doesn’t yet exist. So, really, he’s studying hard.

When I pick him up from the reference section of the library the first Sunday, I learn, over(more)
My daughter just turned two and she has four aunts. Three of them are my sisters, the other is my wife’s. The four of them are always competing for her affections. Expensively.

At last count, she had accumulated: seven princess dresses (three white, two pink and two burgundy-ish),(more)
Every night she is left alone at the table to conclude the family meal by herself.

They recede into their room in silence. She shouldn’t have to hear them fight. On that, somehow, they agree.

Brick and cement muffle a word here or stifle a scream (more)
We called him Devgan, after the ugliest actor in Bollywood.  

Khaki trousers and shirt, untucked. Standard issue leather change bag. Shoes optional. Like a postman, but without the dignity. The bus conductor is designed and dressed by the government, to be unremarkable, unmemorable.  
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My mother felt him kick within.

"I shouldn't be out right now. Not in my condition."

"Nonsense," my father countered. "Just enjoy the sight. This doesn't happen everyday."

The Delhi afternoon sun had been painted black in slow, sweeping, circular strokes. Headlights came on. Street lights(more)
Knock knock knock knock. Muffled enquiry. The Do Not Disturb sign clearly meant nothing around these parts.

"Not right now, please!"

Thud thud thud thud thud. I walked to the door, practising my politely dissatisfied tone.

"''s us. 'pen 'p. 'ick!" I now heard. Back so(more)