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Submitted to Contest #82
Pirouette This story draws inspiration from the characters of the eponymous classic story by Hans Christian Anderson, ‘The Brave-tin Soldier’ and his love, the paper ballerina. Here, the lead, Roy is an android (with a metallic heart or tin heart-a play on the word ‘tin’), who tries to understand the human world and his interaction with Anna (a dancer) who in turn humanizes him as he experiences the magic of love. On a deeper reading, the story also captures the dyad of perfection/ imperfection of the human body and engineering, further pr...
Submitted to Contest #81
She dusted the clothes noisily till every fold opened as if she were undoing a piece of origami. They succumbed to her jolts and the water hiding covertly in the corners of the clothes were defeated. They fell as droplets on her face and limbs. Her bodice was soaked in soapy water and around her tummy there was a dark moist stain of where she had held the bucket. She scrunched her face each time she shook out the clothes, her strong arms worn by the humdrum of housework wrung the clothes she stretched them for the sun. She lined them meticul...
Submitted to Contest #80
“We welcome our viewers to this episode of ‘Unconventional Heroes’ and today we are in conversation with Cyril D’Souza from Durban. He recently climbed Kibo or the summit of Kilimanjaro at the age of 89, making him the oldest person alive to achieve this feat! Welcome Sir!” The interviewer turns towards the second camera that closes in on Cyril. “I don’t understand why I am getting this coverage,” beamed Cyril “I was just doing this for her,” he said as he pointed to his heart. He blinked at the camera, the lights almost blinding him while...
Submitted to Contest #79
"Just survive", she thought to herself. Even the everyday felt cumbersome. Whoever thought death was easy! It wasn’t. It was hard; harder than living. She was alive, not dying. Not yet. Tara looked around her. Her vision seemed blurred and she felt disoriented as she watched a filigree of light forming patterns while she labored through her breath. She tried to seat herself upright but struggled with the tangle of blankets around her and the many wires that brought fluid and carried life into her. So, she was in some make-shift hospital wi...
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