Terribly Tiny Tales

-Pooja Krishna H A, III Year B.A. English

‘Don’t go near the fire!’

‘Don’t take the kumkum!’

Were the goddesses restricted, too?


‘We’ve borrowed the future from our children. The least we can do is pass on the present.’ The teacher said, lighting up a cigarette.

Did she mean to pass on pollution, too?


In a room full of strangers she had known for three years, her screams of silence went unheard.


Reality was a slap to the face.

Society was the palm.

She had never felt a sweeter pain.


‘One…Two…Three…’ she high-fived Ana as she counted her ribs.



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