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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 February 20, 2011

My take on Melody for the February Klash

It was show time. Strumming his guitar Johnson tried to stop her invading his thoughts –her face, that heartbreaking smile, mischief dancing in her eyes, her laughter ringing in his ears and their harmonious lovemaking. He tried to focus on the song as he heard his partner tune the piano. The next song was her favorite and had to be perfect. The last time he played it had earned him a mind numbing kiss. He wanted to block out the pain, the sorrow, the heartbreak and concentrate on his guitar. As the song faded out, a gentleman approached him. “You were amazing. This is my fiancé’s favorite. You must play at our wedding. What do you think Melody?

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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 April 16, 2009

The lazy one wakes up again…writes a Klash entry and goes back to sleep :). Hope to be more regular this time…

The word this week is India and the specific rule is not to use the word in the entry….

The serpentine passport queue irked him. Everytime! He had outgrown it all -queues, red tapes, human errors….

Settled in the USA for over 10 years, he had changed grown and learnt to drive on the wrong side; to replace respect with informality; to share washing machines with strangers and give privacy to his kids; to understand Diwali to be a silent Sunday and send out colourful e-cards for Holi; to cheer Dhoni and gang with a ‘Refresh’ button; to forget caste and remember colour.

“Hey Harry! Howdy dude? Passport renewal totally sucks.” Jolted out of his reverie, Harinarayanan tightly clutched the small blue booklet -the final fragment of his identity connecting him to the land he belonged to.

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