The Ephemeral Odyssey
Babesa Thimphu Flower and paper garlands hung above the doors and windows. Candles burnt in lines on the enclosed patios. Moths frolicked around the…
U Sharma
Published Works
Narrative Fiction and Drama
The travail-an aversion
Babesha, Thimpu “O—ouch”, shrieked Ramu, throwing the hammer on the river bank. The stoic river rippled silently. “U—ugh!” My thumb is smashed. It’s bleeding…
Unseen felicity
Babesha, Thimpu, Bhutan “What am I to do with the CD? What could the three-worded message “one must see’ mean? Where should I take…
The last words
Babesa, Thimphu He had to walk a good number of forty five minutes to reach his friend’s house___ if ever he decided to go…
The paltry birthday banner
Babesa, Thimphu The sundown hour of 23rd September, Saturday, had reached its peak. An ash-colored Hyundai hatchback screeched to an uncomfortable halt on the…
Deep seated patriotism
U Sharma, Babesa, Thimphu, Bhutan An ash-colored Hyundai coupe climbed through a catalogue of landscapes and headed north into the chestnut forest. The nut…
Consanguinity in jeopardy
Babesha, Thimphu “Obligation versus Truth!!!!” murmured she, inhaling a gulp of morning zephyr.Eyes downcast; Jaya, sitting on a plastic stool on the balcony of…
Of worries and felicities
Babesha, Thimphu Bhutan “Oh! No. No! Nothing more than that, I just want to know the gender,” said the lady, trying to conceal her…
Life Writing and Personal Narratives
The Sustainable Odyssey
Babesha, Thimphu-Bhutan He loved the pair of Wellingtons as much as he loved his long-handled mop. “Well,” he said, with a broad grin on…