So, I did have a theme for #MyFriendAlexa. However, I deliberately chose not to share it at the start and decided that I would reveal it only at the end. My stories were; V – Violet for Vadamalli. Vadamalli is the Tamil name used to describe the color that is neither purple nor pink, which…
Month: October 2020
Rusty: Micro Fiction #MyFriendAlexa
2020 had been a nightmare so far and the shocks it kept giving refused to abate. She was sure she was only one among the millions who thought so. The grief, the losses, and the pain that this year had brought along had tinged everything a dull gray.’ God! Give me a sign that this…
Neela: Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
‘My daughter Neela is very patient. She is responsible, never complains, and is very large-hearted. She enjoys keeping the house ekdum saaf (very clean). She has no other qualities I could boast of though. Very plain looking, sadly she takes after me there.’ said Neela’s father, much to the chagrin of Susheela Tai, their neighbor…
Roli: Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
Based on a True Story Nina and Roli huffed and puffed as they climbed up the slope in the park. The morning sun was reluctantly making its way out from under its blanket of clouds when Roli’s smartwatch showed them they had walked 3 kilometers. ‘2 more to go, girl!’ exclaimed Nina, looking at hers,…
The Sweet Taste of Poison2, on ZEE5
OTT platforms have been my savior all through this crazy Pandemic. After 7 months of binge-watching on series and films, one would think we would have had enough of them, right? I thought so too. Wrong! OTT Series are still what I reach for at the end of a tiring day. Or even when I…
Neelan: Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
The sun seared her skin as she expertly split a large boulder into multiple small rocks. That’s when Mutthukannan felt the first twinge in her belly. The experience of previously birthing 9 children gave her the confidence that it would still be a couple of hours before her 10th one entered the world. Time enough to…
Popat : Fiction #MyFriendAlexa
‘There he goes again! Pagal buddha! (mad, old man)’ the Blacksmith guffawed ‘What I wouldn’t give to see what’s in that bag he carries’, added the Shopkeeper, swatting away flies. ‘Who are you’ll talking about?’ looked around the customer at the Tea Stall. ‘That old man walking there,’ pointed out the Blacksmith, picking at his…
Yellow Yellow Dirty Fellow : Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
Patience pays. Those are the words I remember you by, Mamma. I was all of 6 years old and had my first science project in class, the sprouting of a seed by placing it on a wad of wet cotton. Remember Mamma, how excited I was, running to the windowsill every 5 minutes, to watch…
Vadamalli : Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
‘Om Namoh Shivaya! Om Namoh Shivaya! Om Namoh Shivaya!’, chanted Nambi the priest as he hurried along the dark road. The sun would rise soon, he thought to himself glancing at the sky. He had to finish bathing the Lord and lighting the lamp before the sun spilt the dark sky and shone through. As…