Colours by Roy Lazarus
The various colours of life…
Parallel Planes by Roy Lazarus
Mr and Mrs Sen like to spend their Saturday evenings at the City Club. Kamla, the babysitter, comes in at six and by half past seven they’re done with grooming themselves in front of the full-length bedroom mirror and are ready to go.
The First Meeting by Roy Lazarus
I had been sitting on an old wooden bench, by a bright blue sign post that said in big, white, cheerful letters – “Sjvälmord Väg”, for the past 10 minutes, waiting, not without some degree of anxiety, for her to show up.
Business by Nimi Kurian
When Rajan called, Kamala told him that may be it could be today. She would let him know by evening. She told him she would call him as soon as the mother went into the delivery room.
A Lovesick Acrostic by Roy Lazarus
To Stine…
An Autumn Vignette by Roy Lazarus
Another autumn evening by the creek outside the lonely manor.
The Telephone Preference Service by Vinod Joseph
Thank God Nimisha was not one of those typical Indian women who couldn’t take care of themselves when in a foreign land.
