I was not born in a tree. I was born in a cavity between two slabs of curing concrete, in the small accidental darkness where rainwater had once hesitated and then withdrawn. The sea was close enough for its salt to crust on the edges of metal rods. The traffic below was still learning its…
Tag: birds
Sparrow Against the Season
The sparrow arrived at half past four in the afternoon, precisely when the applause had begun to thin inside her memory. It did not knock at the window. It struck the sill once, sharply, as if testing the strength of wood, and then began to hop along the ledge with the self-importance of a tenant…
Equations in a Garden
In the quiet hour before Bombay fully awakened to its own ambition, a bird stitched sound into the morning air and altered the course of a thought. The study window stood open to the sea, admitting salt and light in equal measure. On a broad teak desk lay sheets dense with symbols, their disciplined geometry…
Weekend Stories by Trishikh 