The little girl, per pig tails tousled and unkempt with a complete red bow tying one bunch of light brown hair, but its partner all open and undone peeped through a coin sized hole in the board that divided the front room of her humble home from the bedroom. She wore a hand-me-down T shirt and a ski Read More...
Published on Jun 2,2020 07:59 PM
Peepal Trees or the Sacred Fig Trees are tenacious
No, this is not going to be an essay on a tree that is considered holy in India. But a little background will help. This particular tree among others is considered sacred and has been worshiped for over thousands of years. This is a 24-hour oxy Read More...
Published on May 16,2020 05:28 PM
By
Cindy Pereira in
True Story |
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About a year or two before my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, she began to show small signs of it, forgetting obvious things, hiding food in uncommon places and almost always misplacing her rings, spectacles or her wrist watch, or something or the other. Quite naturally, as a result she Read More...
Published on Apr 5,2020 05:59 PM
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Cindy Pereira in
True Story |
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It was a pleasant Friday evening and he decided that he would by-pass the dusty village of Javangalli and ride on to Bangalore through the town of Malvalli. He rode out of Sategal and over the bridge across the Cauvery, feeling the wind swish-swash as he passed each pillar of the long, gigantic stru Read More...
Published on Apr 5,2020 05:43 PM
It was early morning yet and the mists of late November had clouded his shack so heavily that he could not see more than ten feet before him. He urinated in the common toilet shared between six houses in the row and mechanically ambled toward the tap to fill a pail with water, gently moving away ano Read More...
Published on Mar 29,2020 04:15 PM
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Cindy Pereira in
True Story |
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28 Feb 2020 – We leave for the airport early in the morning to pick my brother and sister-in-law up. They are going to stay at our home during their holiday.
Everyone is talking about Covid 19 ravaging Wuhan. No one even realises what this whole thing is.
My brother has a cough. He insists tha Read More...
Published on Mar 28,2020 05:30 PM
I am not fond of knives. By that I mean that I am not a collector of those bits of weaponry or cutlery, depending on your preference of usage. I don’t collect them; I don’t store them. I use them now and again in the kitchen when I putter around there to experiment how far my body would Read More...
Published on Mar 28,2020 03:27 PM
Varun considered himself a 21st century man, abreast with the times and sensitive to the demands of a rapidly transforming society, which was in favour of woman and their empowerment. When he married, he ensured that not only did he live separately from his rather conservative mother, but had also k Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 10:45 AM
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Cindy Pereira in
True Story |
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It wasn’t difficult for any of us to recognise the statue despite the grotesqueness of the work itself – the figurine of this great architect of India’s Constitution was absolutely dissimilar to the actual man himself, Dr. Ambedkar. It had a small head, a strawberry pink face, a gr Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 10:35 AM
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Cindy Pereira in
Poetry |
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Flowers are flowers when ‘live with sap,
They smile above their glossy leaves;
When petals ope to butterflies,
And welcome, nosy humming bees.
Not so bound fast to a string,
Or to a circular frame enslaved;
For one adorns a woman’s hair,
The other sighs upon a grave.
Flower Read More...
Published on Mar 23,2020 11:57 PM
By
Cindy Pereira in
True Story |
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When my cousin Rosalie passed away some five years ago and my eldest brother called up and gave us the stunning news, we were absolutely shocked. Rosalie had perhaps been 34 or 35 at that time, with two very small daughters and a husband whom I had never met before the funeral. But it’s not Ro Read More...
Published on Mar 24,2020 09:52 AM
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Cindy Pereira in
Horror |
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It was sharply cold outside and it was dark. Yet high in the heavens, above the cloud of churning, white mist the stars were bright pins of icy light. The road was lit up by my cab’s headlights, but ahead of the beam, hazy in the swirl, all was dark. Behind us, in the distance shone a single b Read More...
Published on Mar 22,2020 06:41 PM
Indie Author Championship #6
