It’s been a busy few months since I last blogged, and I’m thrilled to share that I’ve been long-listed, short-listed, and featured (as well as forthcoming) in three anthologies.
It felt special when I received the anthology Things left and found by the side of the road from Bath Flash Fiction Award on my birthday last December. My story A Bicycle was in the short-list of 20 from around 1000 entries they’d received.
Reflex Fiction prize long-listed my story Older Brother in their 2019 contest. You can access the story here. This is my second long-list with Reflex Fiction. My first long-listed story A Crib (2018 contest; story here) will feature in their upcoming anthology The Real Jazz Baby.
Lastly, I was thrilled when my micro story The cleaning lady was my first love made it on to the short-list of 22 from the hundreds of micros the organizer had received. And looking at how the countdown happened, I was placed fourth. You can access the story here.
Hope you’ll find time to read these stories. Thanks a lot.
I’ve had quite a journey with the World Trade Center in New York City.
When the dastardly act of 9/11 happened, I was on vacation in a remote village in South India. When the news spread in the US, it was evening in India, and since we’d been out all day and were exhausted, I’d retired to bed without watching television. Next morning, my grandfather woke me up to tell me the news, and I’d spent the rest of the day in front of the television. It was hard to believe.
In late 2002, I had an opportunity to visit Washington, DC and New York City, but couldn’t travel due to personal reasons. In 2008, my wife and I moved to the US, renting an apartment that gave us the downtown Manhattan view.
Of the four towers being built in downtown today, the Freedom Tower is almost complete and will be the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere and fourth tallest in the world. We’ve been witnessing its growth from our apartment; the incredible progression from infancy to adulthood has been a stupendous feat; the skills, the workmanship, the will, and the conviction to regain what was lost.
Never taking the apartment view for granted, we’ve been awestruck – mornings and evenings, days and nights, weeks and months – by its evolution, majestic presence, and symbolism of hope and freedom.