A man writes a mail to his dead wife sharing his opinion on his son Badri’s marriage decision, the girl he has chosen to marry, the happenings at the wedding and the house that Badri and his wife move into after they get married.
With Mother’s Day being celebrated this month, Anupama Krishnakumar speaks about the common expectations and beliefs associated with motherhood in different circumstances. A change in attitude, she feels, will lead to healthier relationships and a better world.
Natasha Gayari’s story is about a day in the lives of an old man, his family and a Star Fruit tree and captures the nature and perceptions of the people in the house.
Mumbai is a city that has its own distinct way of working – testing yet addictive. Parth Pandya captures the nature of the city he comes from.
Mr. Rangarajan is a man of habit, routine and order. He suddenly finds himself in an old folks’ home, and finds it hard to come to terms with the people he shares it with, who seem to be against anything he stands for. Add to it the hoopla around the Indian Premier League, and Mr. Rangarajan just wants out of it all. Vani Viswanathan tells the story of what happens.
Love has taken on manic, illusory proportions in this age of social networking, where ‘only the props of love amuse people’, laments Tirna Sengupta.
A gunny bag lying on the pavement becomes an object of suspicion. M. Mohankumar’s poem throws light on the happenings.
Here’s Nandini writing about her craving for a Barbie doll as a child, how her parents refused to buy one and how the doll continues to evade her even in adulthood.
