By
Chithra Rangarajan in
Poetry |
Reads: 528 |
Likes: 4
I greeted you as a little one in your mom’s arms
Your fingers rubbed me kindly as you passed by.
In a little while a toddler crawled towards me.
I stood solid to support those delicate legs.
You glimmered with your incisors.
Gradually you ascended and shook me briskly
Seeking to venture the u Read More...
Published on Apr 22,2020 08:59 PM
By
Chithra Rangarajan in
True Story |
Reads: 398 |
Likes: 1
Never mix my clothes with others while you put it in the washing machine, I shouted.
Do you think our dirt will stick to yours? Mom yelled back.
Ignoring her words, i wore the face mask and started walking towards the bus stop.
I hated the bus stop as it always had a spilling over Read More...
Published on Apr 22,2020 08:26 PM
By
Chithra Rangarajan in
Poetry |
Reads: 317 |
Likes: 1
I amputated her arms whenever I needed.
She wept a little.
I snatched her treasurable prize that she won slogging her lifetime.
She wept a lot.
I slayed her down thinking that her life’s purpose is achieved.
She spouted out the tears.
The tear drops penetrated deep inside and regenerated.
The Read More...
Published on Apr 18,2020 11:51 PM
‘We have something important to tell you,
It’s about your most pampered and immature youngest son’
The eldest son approached his mom with an accusation.
‘He pierced me with a sharp pencil today.
I felt a great pain.
I am weak and exhausted.’
The second son continu Read More...
Published on Apr 18,2020 10:50 PM
As the sun rises, we would step out of our houses on our expedition with our squad to catch butterflies in the nearby bush hedges. We played in the mounds of sand in our neighbourhood. We climbed up the trees and plucked the sweetest mangoes in our friend’s grove. We made the perfect paper boa Read More...
Published on Mar 31,2020 03:07 PM
By
Chithra Rangarajan in
Thriller |
Reads: 423 |
Likes: 0
The Hero breaks open the gate and enters an old factory. He finds his parents tied to a post and a ticking time bomb fixed to their bodies. He battles against the villain and rescues his parents.
As a child I grew up watching this predictable climax in most of the movies made in any Indian language. Read More...
Published on Mar 29,2020 10:10 PM
By
Chithra Rangarajan in
True Story |
Reads: 333 |
Likes: 0
Thirty years ago,
I was nine years old.we splattered water over each other as we were in the process of wetting the terrace. Since My Parents did not have enough money for an air conditioner and the summers used to be really hot, we always preferred sleeping in the terrace. We carried the kora gras Read More...
Published on Mar 29,2020 09:58 PM
A great scholar with ten heads of knowledge, an efficient ruler, a great musician and an ardent devotee.
A bighearted soul, best archer, finest friend and a great warrior.
Two much loved epic characters of mine. Ravana and Karna.
I was in tears as I heard them die in the battlefield.
As a chil Read More...
Published on Mar 28,2020 03:37 PM
The driver thoroughly cleaned up the blood stains on the back seat .His phone was unceasingly ringing. He started his auto and reached the destination .There stood a man in his mid-fifties frowning at him.
Why don’t you pick up the damn call? He yelled.
The auto man stayed silent. He silently Read More...
Published on Mar 28,2020 03:29 PM
