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Weekly Contest #274
The diamond twinkles, dancing to the flicker of naked flame of the oil lamps. It reflects light back also onto the face of the black granite idol. Idol of the god Murugan, the presiding deity of the Chellur Murugan temple. The diamond, the size of a raisin, is embedded in the head of the gold-plated wooden mace in the hand of Lord Murugan. I stand there transfixed, stupefied by the diamond’s beauty. It is speaking to me. Winking, naughtily mockingly. Like it was snapping its fingers, crooking its index finger challenging me to come and take ...
Weekly Contest #272
He wouldn’t have discovered the cave but for the python. The python slithers down the rocky crevice of the mountain and disappears into the bushy vegetation, its skin winking against the moonlight. “Don’t go away, dinner,” he mumbles and climbs down the crevice. He finds the python trying to hide itself under a boulder. He grabs it by its neck and smashes the head on the boulder. That’s when he finds the cave—an inviting opening, a meter-wide at the widest. Wow! Nice place to stay hidden, for, say a week, until the heat subsides. He w...
Weekly Contest #271
The adulteress Anwar Rashid flipped open his pocket diary and placed it on the table and carefully kept his pen next to it. “Tell me, sir,” he said. I hunched over the table and drew myself close to him so that he could hear my whisper. “Anwar,” I said in a low voice, “You must understand that this must be done very discreetly. Nobody should get a whiff of what you are doing. Understood?” “Perfectly. Don’t worry.” “Ok. Her name is Aashna. Her husband’s name is...now, what is it?” I searched my memory. Failing, I whip...
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