In 1979, Basu Chatterjee made Baaton Baaton Mein and unobtrusively brought to us the dating and courtship rituals of a community that was till then either caricatured or just overlooked in Hindi cinema. Nancy Perreira and Tony Braganza…
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Matriarchal manipulation in a patriarchal world is depicted unsparingly in Usha Priyamwada’s Pachpan Khambe Laal Deewarein (Now playing on Prasar Bharti). The mother resentful of her lecturer daughter’s comfortable life in her college residence because the younger daughters…
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“Start with hope..always start with hope. We went from being a shitty team to become one of the biggest dynasties in the sport and all it needed was one match to light this fire,” says Michael Jordan at…
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In 1947, my grandparents brought three children and the remains of an uprooted life from Pakistan to India in a train. One of those children was my mother. I grew up hearing a lot of stories about the…
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Three documentaries streaming right now show the ultimate culmination of the Bois Locker Room culture. And what happens when one gender is taught to mistrust its instincts of self-preservation and the other does not even learn something as…
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In Sudip Sharma’s Paatal Lok (Now streaming on Amazon. Co written by Sharma, Sagar Haveli, Hardik Mehta and Gunjit Chopra. Directed by Avinash Arun and Prosit Roy), India’s disowned inhabit the headlines we turn away from. A young…
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Author Monideepa Sahu shares with the readers of Unboxed Writers, a short story that appeared in her recent book Going Home in the Rain and Other Stories. ** I dread sitting under trees, but today I’ll do it for my wife. She says sitting hand in hand with me under that tree is romantic. I like […]
Lavanya Shanbhogue Arvind is the winner of the Commonwealth Short Story Special Prize (2011). Her short story, ‘The Crystal Snuff Box and the Pappudum,’ was adapted for radio by the Commonwealth Broadcasting Association and was broadcast in all the Commonwealth countries. Her other works include ‘Those You Cannot See’ that appeared in the Griffith Review, […]
And now here she was, sitting in her balcony, wrapped in a Pashmina shawl, sipping her Earl Grey tea. She lived in Darjeeling these days, but her loyalties lay with her English favourite. Sally had lived in London for a few years to acquire a degree in Fashion Designing. The British influence was difficult to shake off. She got […]
I often read what someone else is reading, or if the title seems interesting. In fact I was drawn to the latest book I am reading because its cover glows in the dark. Clearly I don’t really go by the “don’t judge a book by its cover” philosophy. A couple of days back someone’s Facebook status […]
I watch her as she adjusts the cushions on her bed, wraps the blanket around her little body, hugs her teddy tight and looks at me eagerly and asks ‘Won’t you come to bed with me Mamma’. I lie next to her in bed, my face resting on the side of her shoulder, her tiny […]
There was something amiss. He could not put his finger on it but a part of his brain knew there was something definitely wrong. “I can’t tax my brains right now” he muttered to himself. “Getting up so early in the morning during such harsh winters is bad enough” he grumbled. His hand felt something […]
Extremely thirsty, he wandered, delirious, in search of water. He saw people sipping their tall icy drinks. His eyes gleamed as droplets of condensation made their way down the glasses. He turned his head and saw it. Next to the rubbish bin was a glass with some water. He ached for water, but the wisps of memory from childhood […]
“No !” rang out the voice, laced with desperation. The ring of anguish in the voice was unmistakable. “I did not kill her. Please believe me when I say I did not kill her,” he pleaded. “I did visit her that evening. We had dinner together and I left her house late at night. We had a bitter fight but when […]
Seven years of marriage were enough to attune them to each other’s energy rhythms; Ratan, an early bird while wife Meeta observed owlish hours. He would be winding down at dinner time when she would go amber, ready to turn green as night fell. ** “I missed my walk today. What’s the time?” he looked across […]
“The Indian Railway’s Second AC has lost its elitist air,” Harshal told himself irritably. Elbowing his way into his assigned seat, he glared at the passengers already settled in. They wore that shifty eyed look of proprietary, typical of wait-listed Indians. He rolled his eyes at the pedestrian domesticity surrounding him, cursing the college alumni association for advancing […]
It was an unjust and humid afternoon-like most of the afternoons here. The sun was beating down hard upon the city and upon the taxi in which I sat sweating profusely, peeping out of the half rolled glass window. A high rise went in a swift curve past my upright gaze. An old man stood […]
Uma Iyer has dreamt of Molu, a mischievous six-year-old for almost a decade now. She shares with the young readers of Unboxed Writers, ‘Meet Molu,’ a yet to be published first book of hopefully what would turn out to be a Molu and Tushka series. Agni, or ‘Molu’ as she is commonly referred to, is a six-year-old girl […]