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Posted by Sowmya on August 15, 2011

My entry for the August Klash –


“I so need a break –A break from it all.

When will I have a vacation? I want a day when I don’t have to do any work, when someone pampers me and takes all the decisions for me. Everyone I know tells me their troubles. They all look up to me to solve their problems and make their life easier. Few invite me during good times to partake their success and triumphs but most blame me for their trials and disappointments. Why do people depend on me? Why don’t I have a destiny, a pre-determined course of action chartered out by someone else? Why don’t I have someone to pass the baton to?”

After his forty winks, the Almighty resumed taking care of the world again!

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Posted by Sowmya on January 11, 2011

My entry for January Klash

Not bridges but will statues build

Declared the lady from the red-lighted car

Forget roads & education

Concentrate on design & formation


Madam, please understand

Wringed an assistant in vain

People want progress and action

Not a finger pointing politician


People do not remember deeds

Masterpieces like these they will come to see

Remember to carve the handbag right, she declared

As she placed a rupee in the begging hands


But spending thousand crores on statues

When millions are going hungry

Madam, will people forgive

Such blatant travesty


Memories are short lived

Structures last longer

Future generations will know our creation

Said the lady looking for immortality in an ephemeral world



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Posted by Sowmya on November 17, 2010

My take for the November Klash

Shveta’s earliest memories included the knot at the end of her mother’s saree which was used for securing a coin when she offered a prayer. “You should increase it to five bucks now ma”, Shveta would say when she was nine. “God would also be hit by inflation”. Her mother would smile and continue with her habit.

“Can you not understand? If God listened to everyone with just a rupee no one would ever be miserable”, Shveta would cry in all her teenage angst but never got her mother to stop.

Now as she sat next to her frail mother, Shveta tied up a rupee coin in a knot of yellow cloth and prayed like she had never prayed before.

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Posted by Sowmya on October 26, 2010

My entry for the October Klash

It all started with a wink.

She smiled. He smiled. He worked for the moneylender and she was the priest’s daughter.  Smiles led to secret meetings which blossomed into whispered sweet nothings. Disregarding her feelings, when her father began groom hunting the two youngsters had no choice but to run away. They were hunted down by their families’ ‘well-wishers’ and produced before the dreaded council. The council which took no time in decreeing their guilt ordered them killed. Friends turned strangers and families turned enemies. Finally the two innocents were slaughtered at the altar of religion and tradition to be made an example of and their families returned home with their honor intact.

It all started with a wink.


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Posted by Sowmya on December 1, 2009


I am a winner!!!

Detailed post later.

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