BackPunch

                                                                                                                           Chick Flick Tuffy had friends coming over for lunch. He rushed to the neighbouring chicken store. Roy normally went to buy but as he was out of station Tuffy had to go. He went on his activa. A pleasant 9am Sunday. He reached the store and requested for a 1.75kg live chicken. He had always heard about a feather removing machine which Roy stated but had never seen one. To his surprise the butcher took out a hen from the coop, tied its wings and placed it on the weighing machine. “Saab do kilo hai, chalega kya,” the butcher asked. “Chalega,” he rep...

                            A Concept by Ameya Dusane We called him Lin. It was Lin who insisted that we call him Lin. Lin, based on his favorite book character. Lin had called me over today. I have known Lin since he was six. Whenever Lin had called me it was some matter of importance. Lin looked distressed. He said, “I have not been able to sleep for the past week. All I do is, just lie down and stare at the ceiling. And whenever I try to sleep Cold Fish’s memory haunts me. The day I returned from Cold-Fish’s funeral I dreamt about Cold Fish. He was staring at me from the mirror. I couldn’t sleep that night.” That was the last time I had spoken with Lin.  But then things started to worsen for Lin. He was no longer attending college.  He had cut off himself from his family and friends. It had been over a month since he had locked himself in his room. I was worried as I didn’t know how long it wou...

 It was finally her birthday. New clothes are what every girl would want but she wasn’t interested in anything of that sort. She turned 26. Tantra cherished this moment. Successful, happy and faraway from the cliché boundaries of feminine penchants. Birthdays for her wasn’t a day to donate to the neighbouring charity. She anyway did that every month. It wasn’t spending time with her friends and wear a cake all over her face. It wasn’t giving them a booze party as well. It wasn’t waiting for the gifts she would receive from them. It wasn’t a day to logon to Facebook and count the wishes she received and reply to all of that. For her a birthday is spending time with her parents and thank them for bringing her into this world. She just spends the entire time with them at home on this day. For her if it wasn’t for them she wouldn’t have got those friends. Tantra never purchased new clothes on her birthday. She sat home and cooked all by herself on the day. Tantra stood in he...