â€œHow did you get this one?â€ asked the reporter.
â€œWe had to sail through rough tides for it. Battling heavy rains and bad weather,â€ the fishermen explained.
They were happy they had got hold of that fish. It was a rare catch. And it would earn them loads.
â€œSo how do you think you could get this catch in such bad weather?â€ the reporter probed again. She wasnâ€™t satisfied with their previous answer.
â€œWe donâ€™t knowâ€¦ maybe the mermaids helped us.â€ The fishermen sounded serious about it.
The reporter wasnâ€™t sure if she should report on the mermaids.
"Can you make smoke rings, grandpa?" the eight year old asked.
Her grandfather was busy enjoying his fag though.
"No. I am not smoking for your amusement child."
"Then why do you smoke?"
He couldn't answer her. Cause he didn't know how to explain addiction to an eight year old.
It was too late to give up. The cancer had spread.
"Maybe this is my last smoke.".
A six month old girl goes missing.
â€œHe loved her a lot. He would always take her to the beach. Please donâ€™t blame him for this.â€
â€œYou didnâ€™t find this suspicious, taking her to the beach?â€
â€œWhy would I? She was his daughter.â€
An unknown place
A six month old baby found on a beach. Reports say that she has floated her way to this place. Locals believe she is an incarnation.
Recollecting events from his past life, Karan now knew what it felt like to be a girl.
What happened to her?
She was fearless, she was a fighter
Why did puberty change her?
Why did it steal her smile?
Left her with the pain of dealing with mood swings
Every once in a while
Why did it change her?
She was unabashed before
Now she dreads the gore
Can she never be agile?
Can she never play?
Fearful of that a red blot
May stain her today?
Why did puberty strike her?
Strike her so bad
She forgot to be proud of being a girl
She forgot how it felt to be glad
â€œâ€¦..Will you come?â€
They would be meeting after 45 years. Their last conversation had ended with her saying â€˜I am sorry. I canâ€™t.â€™
They wrote to each other. But seldom.
One morning his telephone rang,
â€œHe passed away this morning.â€ A familiar voice answered. Though it sounded brittle.
â€œJay said he wonâ€™t be able to come down.â€ She continued. â€œYou are the closest I have to family. Will you come?â€
â€œSureâ€, he said.
He had promised to be there for her always.
â€˜After all these years.â€™
The tattered clothes on my body still give me the strength. I don't beg. I was a businessman once. Lost it all. Life is a gamble. We are all gamblers. The only thing I hold from my past is the pair of shoes.
I can't get rid of them. They bring me the comfort, which not even this thick shawl can bring. I didn't realize when people said, "stay grounded even if you achieve great success." Now I know what they meant. These shoes keep me grounded. Not all my peers are privileged to own a pair of shoes..
â€œDid you see her? Rama asked.
â€œWho?â€ Gopal was busy painting the eyes of the Ganesh idol.
Same time last year heâ€™d seen her for the first time. She passed him, walking into the next lane, like she knew this place well.
They said in the nearby village that a lady, worshipper of Lord Ganesh was killed by her land lord. Some say she used to paint the idols. The land lord died last year during the Ganesh procession. Stampede to death.
Maybe this year sheâ€™d come to avenge the others.
Some powers are Godly.