Of Truths and Secrets

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I needed a shot of vodka, straight not shaken, James Bond style. If I didn’t get it in the next three minutes or so, I’d be teetotal for the rest of my life.


Talk of family secrets, and the truth, crawling out of the woodwork at the worst of times.

My mother had just told me the truth, and the most guarded secret, about my father.

What kind of a parent does that to their children? I was not only on overdrive but was also going bonkers.

I had always berated God for plonking me in the middle of humanity as the only child, no brother or sister to boss around.

The truth – and the secret – was that I was a staid erratum and product of paedophilia extended beyond consanguinity bounds over a protracted period of time.

No wonder mom hated me so much – I was the living nightmare that was her childhood.

Grandpa’s dad and mom’s my sister.

Secret’s out – mom gave birth to her brother.

Sky Wars

“We must battle to save the Multiverse from aggressive take-over and annihilation by humans. Everything humans do is detrimental to their Universe and ultimately the Multiverse. Intelligence from the Inter-Galactic Intelligence Agency (IGIA) indicate that prototypes are at advanced stages.”
“Their aircrafts can now move between planets, their spaceplanes between galaxies,” the Inter-Galactic Clandestine Operations Commander said. “We need to send in saboteurs to make sure they crash after take-off.”

I Was Once Beautiful

At fifteen, my chest was a minaret calling men to worship;
fire burnt from the pit of my stomach, hot coals
and I forgot her words—
Educated girls fetch bigger dowry,
Uneducated is an oppressed wife
But stay in school long enough; the market is cruel to you.

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