The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Tag: Marriage
My Dear Wife
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
The Stepwell
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Family Honour
When parents arranged the marriage...
She: Please don’t make me marry him, I am in love with another.
Mother: Please understand my dear. It is a matter of our family’s honour.
When she returned after a few months of marriage…
She: Please don’t send me back. He drinks, beats and rapes me every night.
Mother: No! You must go back…for our family’s honour.
When she eloped with ‘another’…
Mother: I wish she was born dead. She dishonoured our family.
Arranged
It was difficult to start a conversation while our families milled around us. We had only ten minutes to decide.
She took out her phone ‘replying an urgent text’. I received a message from an unknown number, “Let’s run away from them all!”
She was smiling!
Tiny Story: The Dream
His willowy wife slept in his arms but his sleep was gone after the nightmare: a girl in white–with a stocky frame, unimpressive black hair and eyes, and laughter lines–looked at him with a thousand accusations in her eyes as he stood at the back of the church. She, then, took vows with another man.
His heart felt hollow.
Tiny Story: The Ring
She knew nothing about the man she had just married, as was usual in her community, and her stomach was in knots.
For the last ritual, the Pandit asked the couple to put their hands in the milkpot to find a gold ring. “Whoever finds it first rules forever”, he said smiling.
They both frantically searched for the ring until the groom’s fingers found hers inside the pot. Electric hummed between them and, quietly, he slipped the ring in her hand.
Tiny Story: The Mother of the Bride
Year 1920
“Of course we don’t send our daughter to school. Who will marry her then?”
Year 2020
“We are sending her for a professional degree. Helps in finding good grooms.”
Year 3020
“Yes, she is in the team flying to Planet Isis. Heard there are many bachelors over there.”
Tiny Story: Caged
She looked at the sky
With the longing
Of a bird in a cage
Through the small window
In her marital home – her prison.
Tiny Story: The Bygones
She watched in horror as her 80-years-old husband exchanged vows with a 40+ woman.
Tears flowed down her face. She knew he would not wait for long but, at least, he could have let her grave dry.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 