Ashwin Anandram

  • November Rain

    It started out as a fantasy but reality, sometimes, is different in space and direction. She was always this enigma who would walk beside me as if she owned her world with me in it and I would agree with her nonchalantly. As we traversed the sticky ground of conflicting thoughts and opinions, we forgot…

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  • Breakdown

    A few months ago, on a routine trip to Mangalore, my car broke down at the Western mountain ranges. Mom and I were visiting an ailing aunt when the spark plugs of the car gave way. For the first fifteen minutes, we were a bit nonplussed as to what to do next. I opened the…

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  • The Tree

    It was my tree, a pine or a type of a conifer perhaps. I didn’t care to ask the gardener its scientific name. I just knew it was mine. We met for the first time when I visited the coffee shop on the campus. It was a bright summer evening. The sun refused to set…

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