Silhouettes

‘Look another one mother,’ Bindu stood up holding yet another seashell, it was a very bright purplish blue, a rare sight. He possessed thousands more, treasures he had amassed from their evening walks along the shore, just before the onset of high tide. She rustled...

How I met my Grandma

My parents were quite excited about the visit, luckily it was not infectious. She was going to share my room, eat into my independence; it was easy to dislike her. I had never seen grandma before; she was a voice over the phone and a face that stared back from some...

The Smile

The screams split the moonlit peace, and it continued, getting louder each time. He shook behind the wheel, unable to move. He begged the screams to stop, with absolutely no faith in his supplications. They continued to kick and punch her, he expected her to die...

The Sweet Scent of Frangipani

The smoke, its garish fragrance and the screams overwhelmed her usually quiet world. The red and orange flames super charged the air with their heat. She could feel her sore lungs and heard the little mewling cry by her ears. She couldn’t recognise her own voice. But...

How I killed My Mother Again

If not for the hiss I would have slept through her visit again. mother was gliding effortlessly past my grandmother: the witch. I am sure she enticed her with an egg which was meant for me. Perhaps starve me out of this life. She was busy flipping the rice in the air...