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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