“You’ll have to move out, the building is unsafe,” the municipal engineers had told her, as they stood at her doorstep staring unashamedly at her buxom form as she cradled the baby in her arms.

“Where?” she had asked silently as she quietly nodded her head and closed the door.

Last evening I was at the club and saw a man at the next table who tried to avoid my eyes. I knew why. He’d been abandoned by his friends and others because of the way he had treated them while he had held a post.

Which reminded me that life is like a boomerang and I was caught up in memories of me as a kid playing for hours with a small wooden boomerang given to me as a gift.

By Nazima Parveen

The month of April was unusually hot and unbearable this year ie., 2024….Some attributed it to global warming…some others to GE. Americans! you needn’t frown, I just meant “The General Elections 2024”in India. The heat did not spare my islands too. But then the climate is almost constant here round the year. Hot and sultry! I wonder if it has anything to do with the proximity to the equator or is it because these islands are home to hot legends like me. I would like to consider the latter.

There’s only one purpose a billboard or hoarding serves; to be noticed!

It cannot be hidden! It has to be glaringly visible! Telling the world, ‘Here I am, look at me!’ And that is exactly what the ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FEET BY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FEET giant illegal hoarding that crashed during the sudden sandstorm in Mumbai told thousands, ‘I know that the legal size for hoardings is only 40 feet by 40 feet! I may be nine times bigger, but nobody can catch me!’

"You need to go out once in a while!" the wife's been telling me, “Otherwise a stage will come when the world outside won’t know you at all, or worse you might forget how to deal with the world outside!”

“Ok,” I said, and decided to cash a cheque by going myself instead of sending the driver.