Ell P.'s Blog
January 15, 2020
Who killed Balasubramanium?
Padmalakshmilakshmi sits there in the interrogation room, facing the famous detective Kondaswamy. she adjusts her saree’s pallu strategically enough to let some cleavage slip out. The table fan to Padmalakshmi’s right gorges on anything remotely cool in the room like a bulimic, only to throw it up in hot, stifling blasts that barely touch the sweat streaming down Padmalakshmi’s ample sideburns.
“Madame”, Detective Kondaswamy says, as his eyes stare not into Padmalakshmi’s big black, k...
December 15, 2019
Cold Case Files – #795666
“Detective Inspector Shane Devouc, you and I are gathered here in this room, on 10th April 2010, to discuss the events of the dispatch call on 13th May 1990, at 3 am, where you were the first responder” I say and then stare at my smart phone recorder.
“Oh shit,” I say again, and look up; embarrassed at my rookie mistake.
The burly man with head full of hair as white as snow stares at me impassive.
“I’m sorry, Detective Inspector.” I say. “We’ll have to go over this again. I forgot...
Who killed Balasubramanium?
Padmalakshmilakshmi sits there in the interrogation room, facing the famous detective Kondaswamy. she adjusts her saree’s pallu strategically enough to let some cleavage slip out. The table fan to Padmalakshmi’s right gorges on anything remotely cool in the room like a bulimic, only to throw it up in hot, stifling blasts that barely touch the sweat streaming down Padmalakshmi’s ample sideburns.
“Madame”, Detective Kondaswamy says, as his eyes stare not into Padmalakshmi’s big black,...
July 29, 2019
Nina
Nina was found buried in the crook of a Wych elm deep into the forest. or perhaps what would have been deep into the forest before Sobha builders decided to make a home away from the city, in the lap of nature, eco apartments that were only five minutes from fairy falls, only fifteen kilometers away from the nearest school, hospital or office space; and only twenty minutes away from NICE road.
It was barricaded to the public; only Sobha resident joggers eroded it every morning and practically...
March 24, 2019
23:23
People believe I am mad, a crazy lunatic, obsessed with the time 23:23. But let me tell you something; I did not go searching for 23:23, it found me. It was relentless in its pursuit; it hounded me night and day, until I had no other choice but to acknowledge it. I tried everything, switched off my phone, tried to sleep when it was still a safe 22:22, shut my eyes and refused to look at my bedside clock. But somehow, somewhere I always managed to see 23:23.
I had such confidence in my sanity,...
February 25, 2019
The Chosen One
The Sun shone… again! Banging those jaundiced rays of light upon my closed eyes. I groaned and twisted, my back craned, perhaps a joint popped, but that wasn’t new now, was it?
With my eyes still closed, I made kissy noises for my cats Cleopatra and Nefertiti, to come over and give me some of those hugs and kisses.
Just then I heard Cleo’s low purr sounding like train huffing somewhere in the distance; somewhere far enough to be close to the bedroom window. It was that damned owl again, I rea...
October 7, 2018
Detective Phansy and the case of too many women…
Detective Phansy knocked thrice on the gargoyle knocker and we waited for the massive oak doors to swing open. In five years with the murder squad, not many things intimidated me, I had seen it all, or I thought I had. But the three-mile drive inside the estate and finally parking my mini wagon among rows of Ferraris, Rolls Royce and Lamborghinis had ensured that I stand smaller than my five feet eight inch, in front of whoever opened that door.
“The Kains are wealthier than I imagined, Sir.”...
September 9, 2018
Bad erotica…
Abhay paces the small one room kitchen apartment, it wasn’t a lot of pacing; four steps back and forth made up for his tiny dwelling. But then again what is a struggling writer, if not living in a space cramped with a chair, a bed, a foldable writing table, a solar powered lamp, a bowl full of cigarette butts and five day old pizza.
Abhay’s predicament wouldn’t be something new for you, but for him it was a dilemma that put him in precarious situation. You see, the next chapter in Abhay’s hig...
August 25, 2018
Shall we eat Dick, instead?
“It is all about reiteration, recognizance and following up relentlessly to ensure that your work gets done. You feel me people, do you feel what I am saying here?” Dick looks around, his voice rising in decimals, his back straight and blood shot eyes wide enough to cover Rita’s generous boobs.
We all nod our unenthusiastic ‘hmms’ and scroll down the screen to the next point in the agenda.
“It is like my son, you know.” He continues. Rita, almost groans out loud but then saves her ass by...
August 9, 2018
Mother ate herself…
Are you asking for, Mother?
Well, you won’t find her here. You can search all you want.
Go look into her closet that smells of rotten berries and starch.
Raze her bed; raze it off the sickly sweet whiff that permeates off the sheet.
Take a peek inside the kitchen; you won’t witness her breaking that soft loaf of bread,
Her ample behind busying itself around the kitchen, fretting over the crumbs, a sweet song lilting of her luscious lips while her legs tiptoe in a light tread.
You won’t find h...
