I remembered the girl in the timeless Malayalam movie say, ‘Ee veettil ulla aarum, onnum ente alla’ – ‘nothing, no one in this home belongs to me’. Why was she in that situation? Who put her there? Can whoever put her in that home, where nothing, no one belonged to her, claim to love her and have her best intentions at heart?
Tag: fiction
Six cups
The child, searching for any scrap of uniqueness, for definitions in her confused search for identity in the world she had landed in — and who, as I’ve mentioned before, did not have much else going on — clutched the number seven proudly to her heart, as if losing it meant losing a vital fraction of the little that set her ever so slightly apart from ordinary.
Alleys 