Reading Time: 2 minutesKabir hated Sunday nights the most, though he could never explain why to anyone. Monday meant a spelling test. Monday meant Mrs Iyer calling on students who hadn’t raised their hands. Monday meant everything that could go wrong, replaying in his head the moment his mother switched off the light.
Reading Time: 2 minutesEvery night, the same thing happened at the Sharma family table, and every night, nobody but Vihaan seemed to notice. Dadi would take one roti fewer than everyone else. Nine of them sat around the long table — Papa, Chacha, both mothers, three cousins, Dadi, and Vihaan — plates clattering,
Reading Time: < 1 minuteMilo the mouse sat inside his cosy little hole in the skirting board, wrapped in a soft scrap of cotton wool. But his tiny nose kept twitching. “I shouldn’t have dropped my acorn this morning,” he murmured. “And what if it rains tomorrow? What if the cat comes back? What
Reading Time: < 1 minuteMilo the mouse sat by his little door and watched the sky. He was waiting for Dadi Mouse. She had gone to fetch something special and promised to be back before the stars came out. But the stars were already coming out. One. Two. Three. “She’s taking too long,” Milo
Reading Time: 2 minutesGanga was one of two clay pots that hung from a bamboo pole across old Bhola’s shoulders every morning, swaying together on the walk from the well to Meera didi’s farmhouse. The other pot, Yamuna, always arrived full to the brim. Ganga arrived half-empty every single time. A crack ran
Reading Time: 2 minutesArjun could set his watch by the residents of Sunshine Apartments — not because he tried to, but because Ramlal kaka never let him forget who arrived when. “Sharma sir’s car, ten past nine,” Ramlal would say, “always ten minutes late from his badminton.” “Who cares,” Arjun muttered to his
Reading Time: 2 minutesBhoomi had been standing with her arms stuck out stiffly for almost two minutes, trying not to blink, when Diya finally cracked. “You win,” Diya said, collapsing onto the stone bench. “Nobody can out-Jagannath you.” “I know,” said Bhoomi, still not blinking. “It’s the eyes. Round and serious. Like this.”
Reading Time: 2 minutesAt his old school, Rohan was always picked first. Best dribbler, fastest runner, the boy everyone wanted on their side. At his new school in Pune, none of that seemed to matter. Nobody here had seen him play before. “Trials are Thursday,” his new coach, Mr Subramaniam, said on his
Reading Time: < 1 minute“Grandma, were you ever lost?” Aarav asked. She smiled. “Once. God helped me in a strange way that time.” “Tell me,” he said, sitting closer. “I had gone to Surat for work. By the time I finished, it was dark. I took a rickshaw toward my hotel.” “What happened?” “I’d
Reading Time: < 1 minuteEvery evening, just before dinner, Meera watered the tulsi plant in their small courtyard. It stood in an old clay pot near the doorway, its leaves green and fragrant in the evening air. “Why do we water it every single day, Amma?” Meera asked one evening, feeling a little tired
