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Daffodils

First published in Aaduna literary journal It was the middle of the school year. Mala’s family had just moved to the little obscure town of Belgaum in the interiors of India. The only school within walking distance was the vernacular one. This was her last year at school, the most important one since it would determine admission to college. Unfortunately, this became the hardest year of her entire school life. The medium of instruction in her new school was Kannada, whereas she had been studying in an English medium school until then. Every class was now… Read More »Daffodils

Third prize at Katha 2017 (India Currents and Wellstone Center)

I am ecstatic! Won third prize in the Katha contest 2017. Thanks, India Currents Magazine and The Wellstone Center in the Redwoods for the opportunity. The theme this time was California. Take a read. All the stories are fantastic! https://www.indiacurrents.com/katha-fiction-contest-winners-announced/ Cherry Blossoms Stepping out of the plane, that first day in America, it was the vastness that first struck me. I took in the wide blue skies, the unending green lawns, and the circuitous freeways as we drove from the airport in Arun’s convertible top-down silver gray mustang. I took in the magnificence of the… Read More »Third prize at Katha 2017 (India Currents and Wellstone Center)

Beautiful Eyes

My short story “Beautiful Eyes” was chosen for publication in Peacock Journal  Beautiful Eyes “You have beautiful eyes”,  I remembered his words suddenly as I washed my face that morning. I hadn’t plucked my eyebrows for months, my skin was dry and my eyes had black circles. I was aging, definitely aging. Still, when I looked into the sun and the sunlight streamed through my eyes, it rendered them slightly translucent and they shone a rich amber. My eyes were big and my eyebrows, though not finely groomed any longer, were naturally arch shaped. My… Read More »Beautiful Eyes

Green Fork

The toddler sulked and the pancake lay uneaten. I had looked everywhere for the green fork. In the kitchen cabinet, the laundry basket, the garage, the coat closet, and socks drawer. It was nowhere.