The Boy
- a Short Story
- by Taraa Vermaa Senguptaa
Her beautiful, artistic fingers would fly across sitar strings, transcending barriers, stirring souls, creating magic and drawing global praise.
“He is my world” she often told fans, family and gushing media; her fingers ruffling his curls while posing for many glossy magazines that could not get enough of the beautiful mother-son duo.
He preferred not to think about her contorted face when feral snarls and curses would be hurled at the man who had left her for another woman. When those pill-popping, glass smashing fingers would squeeze his neck because he looked like that man.
He knew it was all his fault. So he would wait for the mornings, for her to walk into his room, ruffle his hair and smile.
Taraa Vermaa Senguptaa
from Mumbai, India, is an erstwhile hospitality professional and a writer, speaker, reader and avid learner. Her writing reflects her passionate involvement with human behaviour. A certified Coach and NLP Practitioner, Taraa works with some of the best brands. A film buff, animal lover and cultural enthusiast, Taraa also reviews films and books.
6 thoughts on “The Boy”
This one hit right in the feels. Great job ??
Thank you so much Hari ?
Good One! Did send the mind to that little boys world ….?
Such an interesting take on human psyche. With such economy of words you’ve conveyed the entire picture so succinctly.
Excellent Job ! Tara
Love the way you have presented the relationship between the mother and the son in the short story. Indeed ! it must be tough to present the entire story in limited words. You did well ???
Punchy and deceptive. Loved it.