Swamy stared at it, mouth wide open, unable to utter a sound. He then put it down with great care and lovingly dusted off the soil with his towel Finally finding his voice, he shouted ‘Muthu, Seenu, Velu, Parvathy drop your axes and come here! Look at what I have dug up!’ The crowd…
Author: Nirmala Nagarajan
Nirmala is now an aspiring writer who has published three short stories. She is currently working on a novel. She has been a banker, and a teacher-librarian career-wise but mostly a student-for-life. She looks forward to her summer stint at Oxford University where she will be studying an advanced course in Creative Writing.
She is married to Aga, otherwise known as Captain Nagarajan, and has a son Jai.
She loves to travel and play scrabble.
Of Glaring Pigs and Slithering Snakes
Barely a week after moving to Hong Kong in 1996, I ventured through the unfamiliar territory of North Point wet market to buy fresh fruits and vegetables. As I entered Java road, all I saw were rows of meat stalls, chunks of meat of varying size and shape hanging on hooks. I walked with vigilance,…
An Ode to Juniper
I am not singing the glory of the coniferous plant in the cypress family but an ode to the concrete kind made of brick-and-mortar and steel, twenty-eight storied, and one of the oddly angular buildings in Taikoo Shing. The building’s uniqueness is not just its angularity but also its close proximity to an office building.…