Dervishes
Round and round goes the black carpenter ant, around the
wax candle; its flame flickering wildly in the whistling night wind. I
flick it away but it stubbornly returns and resumes its ritual. A
drop of hot wax drips curling the ant into eternal sleep. A suicide
bombing report in the newspaper below. |
| - Yesha Shah |
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Memoreel
Since the day he lost her in the dreadful fire accident, he has become aloof and lonely.
It is her birthday. In his dingy room, sitting on her
favourite rocking chair, with his faithful bottle on one side and an
old movie projector on the other, he dances his last waltz over and
over again. |
| Jayashree Maniyil |
| |
We play a little game every day, Maya and I.
I cook rice with sand, and make a dish of Tulsi leaves. I then call out to her.
She does not appear, until later in the evening, after I sleep.
But that is fine.
I can wait, until one of us forgets she is dead. |
| - Vidya Panicker |
| |
| He cheated on her for
someone else the entire life. Today, when she decided to cheat him for
someone else, he couldnt even embrace death, for death was her secret
lover. |
| Ambika Prasad Mahapatra |
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