Category: fiction
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Darshan – Fiction
At eleven minutes to five on a Monday, with the abhishekam bell about to go, Shanmugam stops being able to finish tying a string of jasmine. The last loop is between his thumb and his first finger. It does not close. The jasmine waits. The woman waiting for the jasmine, green saree, gold at the…
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The Root of the Flower
We are late enough that I am leaning on the horn now, which I hate, and my daughter, in the passenger seat with her debate folder square on her knees and her eyes on the dashboard because her eyes are always on the dashboard, is not late at all, is exactly on time inside herself…
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Knock Twice – A Story
The first knock came during a violin solo, and I assumed it was the recording, because the alternative, that something inside my headphones wished to be let out, belonged to a category of event that does not happen to people who still owe four months of council tax. So I did what you do. I…
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individuum – a long short story
listen to the audio version on YouTube I count. That is my confession and my boast. Take both before we go a step further, because the rest of this is the story of the one afternoon I did not, and to this very hour cannot. You should hear it from me and not from the…
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