Category: Short Stories

வாடகை வீடு

அவன் அந்த வீட்டிற்கு குடிபெயர்ந்ததில் இருந்து அங்கு நிகழும் அமானுஷ்யங்களை கண்டு பயந்து கொண்டிருக்கிருக்கிறான். அவன் தனது தொழில் நிமித்தமாக அங்கு குடிபெயர்ந்தான். அவனது காரியாலயத்திற்கு அருகிலும் குறைந்த வாடகையிலும்  கிடைத்ததால் அதை அவன் ஏற்றுக்கொண்டான். அவனுக்கு பேய், பிசாசு ஆகிய விடயங்களில் சற்று கூட நம்பிக்கையில்லை. அவனது பெற்றோர் எவ்வளவோ முறை எடுத்துக்கூறியும் அதற்கு செவிசாய்க்கவில்லை. அவ்வாறே சில மாதங்கள் மாயமாய் மறைந்தன. திடீரென ஒருநாள் அவன் வேலையை முடித்து வீடு திரும்புகையில் அவனது வீட்டு வாசலில் பல காகங்கள் கூட்டமாக இறந்து கிடைப்பதைக் கண்டான். சரியென்று தனது பாக்கை (Bag) உள்ளே வைத்துவிட்டு வெளியே வந்து அவற்றை ஒவ்வொன்றாக அப்புறப்படுத்த தயாரானான். அவற்றையெல்லாம் கஷ்டப்பட்டு அப்புறப்படுத்தி புதைத்து தானும் குளித்து விட்டு அங்குள்ள கதிரையில் ஒய்யாரமாக அமர்ந்து கொண்டான். கதிரையிலேயே உறங்கியும் போனான். சிறிது நேரத்திற்கு பின் சுவர்க்கடிகாரத்தை பார்த்த போது அது பத்து மணியை உரசி நின்றது. அவன் எழுந்து இரவு உணவை தயாரித்து உண்டான். பாத்திரங்களை கழுவி வைக்கும் போது சமையலறையில் இருந்த எல்லா பாத்திரங்களும் கீழே விழுந்தன. அவற்றை பார்த்து பயந்த அவனுக்கு…

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Smiling, Smiling…

I looked around my room. Was it the thunder that woke me up? Was it the sound of the downpour outside? A flash of lightning like the one that illuminated the dark room for a moment? Must have been. Or was it the growing sense of dread that persisted throughout the day? I got up from the bed, sweat soaked linens flung aside. My bare feet touched the cold floor. Cold? No not just cold. Icy. So cold that it felt warm. I got to my feet, aware of my breath misting in front of my face. I had to…go. Yes. I had to go outside. There was something I must see. One step forward, then another, and another. I…

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Rib-Eyed

TW: Mention of cannibalism The setting was simply ideal for an elaborate yet cozy dinner for two. The sweet aroma of a home-cooked meal seeped through the house and its warmth coupled with that of the candlelight spread domesticity. My wife had prepared a dish of a rich steak that was demanding to be devoured. I took a tentative nibble and the flavours burst on my tongue. My wife had once again outdone herself this time. As I stared at her in wonder, her eyes crinkled a little and her lips grew into that familiar smile, a testament to the love that we had shared over the years. I watched as the candlelight danced upon her face, illuminating her expression…

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Blame!? Him, Her or Him? – Part II

: An extract from a burnt letter. The thought that you are alone, even without a mother, an innocent boy struggling to stand up on his own with a BIG Zero in life killed me every time. I don't know how to explain the feelings I had all the time. He was with me in every step I took. He took me all around the city and got out the coward inside my alone, guilty self. I lived every single moment with him, getting burned inside. We were looking at the purple skies that create art all over the sky and how the mood stealthily enters to the sky in that twilight, which is the time you should never be…

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Blame!? Him, Her or Him?

: An extract from a burnt letter. ....ause I was scared, I might fell in love with you again. Please do not do refuse to see me. We should see each other one last time! At least come this time, of all times we missed! I missed. I never meant to let go of the love we shared for two years. I don't know whether to blame you or to me or to him, who was unaware of the things happened around me, even though he was with me all the time. This all started from the second semester that year and I... I was alone without the family, without you in a mischievous boarding house where no one cares…

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The Peanut Man on the Bus

The bell rang and the bus hit the brakes. The peanut man got on the bus and started chanting his ritual, "Peanuts! Peanuts! Baked peanuts! 100 rupees per bag! Only 100 rupees!". Some old ladies delightfully bought them. I nonchalantly looked away and closed my eyes. They flew open as I heard Thaththa’s voice call out, "One bag please.". I jolted up from my relaxed position and stared at him. Thankfully he didn’t notice. As I looked on, he opened the bag of peanuts and started cracking them and munching on them ever so gleefully. As if he has done this all his life. As if he always bought peanuts from the peanut man on the bus. As if he…

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