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PUDDY AND I (Short Story)

Like most children, I wanted a pet. Like most parents, mine said no. But I was a very determined six year old. I wanted a pet.I went through a series of pigeons,crows,cockroaches,lizards and mice, that I tried to raise on our terrace or in our attic. But, the insensitive creatures had no finer feelings; actually, had no feelings at all. They turned around and abandoned me the minute they had their bellies full. They did not love me. My little heart broke. I wandered about the house with a long face and bleary eyes. My mother made me swallow many pills and drink all sorts of bitter syrups to get rid of the stubborn cold that made me sniffle all the time and made my eyes red and bloated. I wasn't going to tell her that I had looked love in the eye and it had been shot down , that my heart lay scattered in a million pieces around the house. My dad bought me a plastic doll to make me less cranky, I wanted a live doll, and No, my baby brother did not count. He was bald and red and bawl…

SPIDER , ELEPHANT, SNAKE (Short Story)

MR. SPIDER Long , long ago in a deep, dark and tangled forest, there lived a teensie green spider. It glittered like an emerald and was the king of all its kind. He was the head of the jungle routes. He designed all the pathways and sideways and roped them off for safety with his platoon of spids. They made trains ensconced in shiny webs -- upwards, downwards and crossways -- all across the jungle.  The careful construction of Mr. Spider marked out the designated official routes through the wide woods. If the animals were not careful they could wander off the path in the dark, unknown of the vast jungle and become the easy, terrified prey of the beasts and demons that dwelt there, in the quiet, with bright , yellow torch eyes that glowed like fog lights on deserted highways. All the little animals that lived the the wooded clearing at the middle were grateful to Mr. Spider and constantly plied him with their exigous gifts to try to  pay back for the sense of security he created for the…

EGGS ( Short Story )

My strictly othrodox , conservative South Indian brahmin family had established a very strict code of conduct and etiquette at home, and my brother and I buckled under the heavy weight of supposed upright and moral behaviour.And morality did not limit itself to - no lying to grown ups, no cheating on tests, no wearing of skirts that showed the knee, no leaving the collar button open... the list goes on, but what is of particular interest to this story is that for my parents morality included not eating dead animals,birds, fishes... or their eggs.Having been brought up on horror stories of butchers and savage ripping of meat and drinking of blood (imaginative excesses run in the family).  Vegetarianism became our religion. Whenever our heathen neighbours cooked rich animals in dripping grease ; my poor mother used to vomit and get sick and take to the bed with a headache . The peculiar smell of meat had attached itself to the smell of my mother's vomit in my head. I grew up and went …