Prashila Naik chronicles her struggles and disappointments with her life… err, her hair.
Raman and Hari have nothing in common, and yet they find themselves together in an old age home, where small joys and large sorrows almost always come unannounced. A short story by Prashila Naik.
They meet again after a week, but they sense that something is different. A sense of calm prevails even as the two people, seemingly interested in each other, don’t find the need to probe their feelings . Prashila Naik writes a sequel to her story ‘The Blue Kajal’ written for Spark’s Feb 2014 issue.
A young woman new to working life finds herself looking at her boss with mixed feelings – she’s in awe of her, but also judgmental of her and feels belittled by her. How does she break free? Prashila Naik tells a story of growing up.
A little boy, full of energy and jabbering away in a language she can’t follow, keeps the narrator glued to her seat on a bus journey. Prashila Naik tells us about the boy, the epitome of innocence, and what happens next.
It’s yet another Sunday evening and they meet at their usual café for conversations over mugs of hot coffee. But there’s something that’s different about this meeting for, this time he sees her in a new light. Prashila Naik tells the story.
Very often, complacence makes way into a relationship between two people. Prashila Naik captures a few moments in the lives of a man and a woman through a short story.
Mohan surely thinks he knows it all. An ‘assignment’ to fetch a jackfruit from the forest however makes for an interesting encounter that, quite like the jackfruit, might prick – his pride. Prashila Naik pens the story.