A created image of a man's hand choosing one among several photos of people

Boxed

You ask my name.

To address me?

Or to slot me?

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Interiors of a plush theatre

Flash Fiction | I Do Too

The production studio’s logo appears. The remaining lights come on. The tunnel of light-dust from the projector to the screen fades out. More cleaning staff emerge from the Exit doors, and wait.

I get up, dust the remaining crumbs from my t-shirt and jeans, quickly look around to ensure I haven’t dropped anything, and begin walking to the front of the row.

What do I see? A girl in a deep pink printed tee, faded jeans, silver tote, wavy hair falling gently on her shoulders, too walking to the front of her row, three rows ahead.

Is this possible? Another soaked-to-the-bone movie-lover?

I tentatively look at her, she returns the look, and smiles back pleasantly. I return a wider smile.

If we had been at the same level of rows, we could have for now at least walked down this aisle together.

Illustration of a male jogger stepping out the door with an oversized brain chained to his foot

Jogging Through My Mind

Regular brisk-walker / jogger

“Damn. I can just run clockwise or anti-clockwise. I should just go back to the roads…”

Female brisk-walker / jogger

“Damn. I run with the crowd, they see my swaying ass. I run against them, they see my bouncing boobs. I should have worn something loose…”

Male brisk-walker / jogger

“Eww. I run with the uncles, I see bulging moobs. I run against them, I see lardy asses. Thank god for the odd female…”

Graphic of man tanning himself at the beach

Jottings | Tan Man

I like the heat, presently stay in Chennai, and don’t mind getting tanned. (I must also be the only person in Chennai writing that line.) So, I go for a walk / jog in the morning sun, and sometimes, especially in summer, for a swim. Thanks to all this, my body is currently tri-coloured: red earth-like face (which is the most exposed to the sun, after my hands, but my hands are Anil Kapoor-hairy and so ward off the rays); brown sand-like body, which is exposed less when walking / jogging but more when swimming; and white sand-like butt, which is obviously not exposed when swimming (and no, I have never gone skinny-dipping). So, I presently look like a multi-layered ice lolly. I just hope, also as delicious.

A bearded man with glasses looking down into something

Flash Fiction | Passed

“Sir, could you check your details please?” The young woman at the counter asked him to look at the applicant monitor facing him.

He squinted at the screen. Putting his hand into his bag, which he had placed on his lap, he pulled out a spectacle case, clicked it open, spread out the temples of the glasses within, and put them on.

It was the woman’s turn to squint. “You have reading glasses…?” She politely inquired, remembering to smile.

He diverted his eyes from the screen, looked at her above his glasses, bobbed his head a couple of times, smiled back, and turned his attention again to confirming the details on the monitor.

From the corner of his eye, he saw her pick up his passport from the table none-too-discreetly (she was a young woman, after all), flip to the inside cover, and on reading his date of birth, widen her eyes and turn up her eyebrows. She couldn’t contain herself. “Sir, you don’t look so old…”

Looking at her again, his validation over, he smiled more than passport and visa snaps allow you to.