Maya’s Mantra

Maya looked at herself in the mirror and scrunched her eyes. No. Too much. People said she had a sad face. “What’s wrong Maya?” her room-mate Leela would say “why do you look so sad? Smile! You have such a beautiful smile.” Normally Maya ignored such remarks but today is different. She has an interview. …

The House With 12 Jamun Trees

For security reasons, the house we moved into was not considered a good location. It routinely got allocated to new incoming school masters with the understanding that in a couple of years you could trade up when another new master was hired. While located within a 30 acre boarding school campus of what used to …

Underneath the Guava Tree

We grew up together. Literally. My first memory of us together is one bundle rolling around on the ground, legs and bodies all entwined. We were the same size and weight and  maybe, just maybe, if it had stayed that way he would still be around. While we were the same in size he was …