Monday 15 June 2015

55 Fiction 2015 Shortlist

Bindu Saxena
Ambika Mahapatra

Vidya Panicker
Jayashree Maniyil
Arjun Mukherjee

Deepika Garg
Debdip Maitra
Arka Datta  

Priyanka Dharamsi
Shreya Naik
Shashank Tiwari

Divvisha Bharati
Yesha Shah
Angelica Tara

Prachi Manchanda
Sunil Sharma
Salvwi Prasad

Divya Chauhan
Dimple Kaul

She lingered for a while. Her drooping shoulders, desolate eyes, sullen face were all of no avail. Didn’t he need her at all? She had knocked on his door twice... against her nature. Look at him – he was happy.
So, opportunity walked away. But who cared?
- Angelica Tara
Wrath Yatra
We watch the varying moods of rivers – almost human – in the ceaseless cycle of the seasons: A narrow, slow, silvery streak during the summer, a wide roaring, broad-bosomed spectacle during the monsoons. He lives at the edge, and urges, “I can't support my family without a flowing river. Please do not litter.”
- Bindu Saxena

With her gun loaded, she now felt secured.
She had made up her mind, it was time for revenge.
Nimble footed, in a flash, she reached him and took him by surprise.
Before he could move a muscle, she pointed the gun at him and fired it forthwith.
She smiled with satisfaction shouting, “Happy Holi”.
- Shashank Tiwari.
The medical reports of his ailing mother were delivered. When he read through, he had a smile on his face. Her body was receiving the new medication pretty well. They both were happy after a long time. He rushed outside. He returned with a bouquet of white lilies and wished his mother, “Happy Mother’s Day”.
- Salvwi Prasad
Round and round goes the black carpenter ant, around the wax candle; its flame flickering wildly in the whistling night wind. I flick it away but it stubbornly returns and resumes its ritual. A drop of hot wax drips curling the ant into eternal sleep. A suicide bombing report in the newspaper below.
- Yesha Shah
Since the day he lost her in the dreadful fire accident, he has become aloof and lonely.
It is her birthday. In his dingy room, sitting on her favourite rocking chair, with his faithful bottle on one side and an old movie projector on the other, he dances his last waltz over and over again.
Jayashree Maniyil
Whenever he visited her, he made her feel like a Princess. Escaping from the old age home, dining together, long drive, clubbing; he took her wherever she wished to go since her childhood, but could never go. He was not born to her, but was a much better son than the one born to her.
- Shreya Naik
And why is it that so often you find yourself caught up in an eternal tango? Too tangled up to have any power to do anything but dance on... Because taking a step forward, might break it all... And there's no going back... Not anymore.....
- Debdip Maitra
We play a little game every day, Maya and I.
I cook rice with sand, and make a dish of Tulsi leaves. I then call out to her.
She does not appear, until later in the evening, after I sleep.
But that is fine.
I can wait, until one of us forgets she is dead.
- Vidya Panicker
Like the past sixteen days, every morning he’d leave me a small note. Sometimes, with just the words ‘Dinner at nine tonight.’ or ‘Wear red today.’ which assured me in some way that he’d return.
Today, the waiting had to stop. He had left me a huge stack of fresh and crisp currency notes. It was business, after all.
- Priyanka Dharamsi
I handed over the keys of the new bungalow to my mother and told her, ‘This is for you and with this I have repaid the price of motherhood.’ It was then that the quake came and the bungalow fell down to the ground like a pack of cards.
- Arjun Mukherjee
"Is it too late to tell you that I love you?", he whispered to her sleeping form.
Seconds later, the heart machine beeped to life again.
- Prachi Manchanda
The burqa-covered woman called softly.
The jeans-encased woman stopped.
The narrow corridor reeked of illness.
“Your hanky.”
A white slender hand came out of the black robe and pointed out the monogrammed pink hanky.
It was picked up promptly.
Both smiled and went away.
Sunil Sharma
He cheated on her for someone else the entire life. Today, when she decided to cheat him for someone else, he couldnt even embrace death, for death was her secret lover.
Ambika Prasad Mahapatra
They say Angels were seen as being worthy to be carriers of love, but when it came about us, our demons did the honour.
- Divya Chauhan
Sonography by Deepika Garg
Identified: Female
Murderers not arrested!
Mother Daughter by Dimple Kaul

With the patience of a saint, she spent sleepless nights catering to my infant needs, carved me into adulthood through a nightmarish teenage. So why is it a surprise that in the ripe years of her physical and emotional infirmity laced with grouchiness, I, the daughter have become her mother?


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