Old school from Old Town

Apparently for our students, no wall is high enough to keep them away from their school. He leaped over the school wall and walked right into the Principal’s office, apologized profusely but said that he had wedding invitations to give away.

Rumor Most Bald

He raised his hand to suavely flick his hair (he made a show of the fact that he was one of the very few who still had it. On the head I mean. We have it everywhere else by now but not where you’d like it), and made a gesture towards someone behind me.

zara joru thagginchu Khanuu

A balding man, with a small ring of hair lazily elegant on his severe forehead, adorned with a paunch that seemed to protrude into the Hyderabad skyline and holding a menacing cycle chain no less.

Two turds in a bowl

There were other things we had in common though, Mysori Bajji with pieces of green chilli secured as if they were hidden treasure within, MS Dhoni’s over reliance on spin, Classic Milds and Blender’s Pride Reserve Collection aged 6-8 months.

Poizin

A receipt of joy unfurled itself from the folds of the card machine. We both watched in wonder as if we were seeing it happen for the first time.

Radio People, Sir

Tragedy came to my house last week Sir. One night I got up to go to the toilet and I saw this woman, with full blue light on her face. I was thinking, shameless wife, watching blue film.

Ramu & Shamu’s Excellent Food Adventure

The rasam was passed down to me and I let some flow over my plate. Rich and aromatic, I could tell the cook had surpassed himself. White shards of coconut floated around the surface, adding their own to the flavor. Tiny seeds of mustard clung onto curry leaves like shipwrecked survivors clutching at a raft.

The Marital Clock

With great care, she extricated the sari that was under her husband’s stomach. He liked to wrap himself in her fabric sometimes while sleeping. He was romantic that way.

Paradise and Prison

Imagine large fishing nets silhouetted against the rising Sun, hurled over the sea by bare chested fishermen. Imagine rowdy urchins playing marbles at the sea shore watched over by twilight. Imagine me, perched atop a large colonial red brick wall overseeing a feisty football game, sipping local beer.

Food for Love

Normally used to hearing the chomp-chomp of only the food in my mouth, I was surprised to hear, minutes later, an after-sound. Was it an echo from my mouth?