Madherchod
- Sep- 2026 -19 SeptemberIncest
Mummy’s Situation
I still hear the cooker. That is the thing about our house. Even when I am on the tenth floor of the bank with a glass wall behind me and Pune burning white outside, some part of me is still in Aundh, listening for the second whistle. It means she is there. It means the kitchen is hers. It means the day has a centre. My name is Arun, and I have spent twenty-seven years pretending I do not notice the centre. Thursday began like every other Thursday that wants to trick you. Light through the mango leaves. Dust on…
- Dec- 2025 -20 DecemberIncest
Birthday Boy
It all started in the dusty lanes of our small town neighborhood, where the summer sun baked the concrete and friendships formed like unbreakable pacts sealed in sweat and scraped knees. I was Ankit, the quiet kid with a quick laugh, always the one organizing cricket matches in the empty lot behind the market. Ajay moved in next door when we were eight—lanky, with a mop of unruly black hair and a grin that screamed mischief. He was the storyteller, spinning wild tales of ghosts and adventures that kept us up past bedtime. Sanjay joined our trio a year later,…