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Category: Short story

An average homeschooling day

December 22, 2018December 22, 2018 hgopinathanLeave a comment

I'm always accused of being disciplined and brave by the mere virtue of being a homeschooling parent. I swear to god, I'm none of the above. My kids are ill-brought-up and as idiotic their parents. Yesterday, in the middle of desperately yawning through ancient Egyptian history of Cheops and Isis and Osiris and Nut and [...]

Posted in Film, Homeschooling, Mythology, Others, Parenting, Short story

The Gift That Kept On Giving.

December 20, 2018December 20, 2018 hgopinathanLeave a comment

Pepita had nothing to offer Baby Jesus as a gift on the eve of Christmas. She watched sadly as all her schoolmates walked past her hut to the church, their arms laden with the choicest of food and clothing and toys. She knew her poor parents wouldn’t be able to help her, they had barely [...]

Posted in Art, Others, Short story, Watercolours

Winter is Coming

October 1, 2018October 1, 2018 hgopinathan1 Comment

She had done alright, she thought, looking at her partner of many years. He had kept himself well and had proved a good father and a good mate, if a bit of an airhead. But that couldn’t be helped. His beauty would always come in the way of any real need for self-improvement. He still [...]

Posted in Art, Birds, Others, Short story, Watercolours

The Maiden

April 3, 2018April 6, 2018 hgopinathan1 Comment

Rishi Galava was a desperate man. And he had no one but himself to blame. He had insisted that his guru and father, Vishwamitra, accept some guru dakshina even though Vishwamitra had wanted none. Annoyed by his persistence, Vishwamitra imperiously demanded 800 steeds, white as moonlight, with one side of one ear dark as night. [...]

Posted in Art, Mythology, Short storyTagged Feminism, Madhavi, Mahabharata

A Shitty Story

April 3, 2018April 6, 2018 hgopinathanLeave a comment

She was a really happy fairy. She lived in a beautiful world of castles in the air, gurgling brooks, colourful butterflies,neat rows of flowers, fat, gambolling puppies, not the big eyed, street kind with their poor ribs showing and all. Not that she discriminated against them, but they were just so so sad, too much [...]

Posted in Art, Others, Short storyTagged Composting, Dystopia, Fairytale, Manual Scavenging, Shit

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You are a nothing, my daughter accused me at age 4, when she found out at school that all her classmates’ mother’s had jobs that gave them important titles like banker, doctor, teacher. And such a blessing that has turned out to be that I don’t have one thing that defines me and nothingness offers me the space to be a homeschooling parent, an artist, a writer, story teller, a crocheter and everything else that comes with the territory of being a stay-at -home mom. Being a nothing keeps me out of trouble.

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