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Flash Drama

Theme: Truce
Word count: 350

Fair Trade

Mother with twin wailing babies.

Phone rings. She grabs a child, cradles phone receiver on crook of neck.


Good evening, madam.

Who’s calling?

Is that Mrs. Krishnan?

Who’s calling?

I’m calling from Eternal Insurance of…



Mother asleep on sofa. One baby asleep on chest. The other nestled in her arm.

Phone rings. Mother wakes up with a start. Feels around for the receiver.

Fuck off!

She collapses back on sofa.


Mother is sitting on living room floor playing with kids. Phone rings.


Am I talking to Mrs. Krishnan?

Yes. Who’s calling?

Good evening, madam. I’m calling from Ignite Gas and Electricity company. Would you like to save on your gas and electricity bills every month?


Mrs. Krishnan, you can save nearly £500 every year by simply switching your service provider.

I don’t care.


Phone rings.


Mrs. Krishnan, it’s me again…from Ignite…

Listen, you’re wasting your time…

Madam, please listen to me.

No…what’s your name?


What’s your Indian name?

Mmm…Sundar Ramaswamy.

Listen Sundar, I’ve no time for telemarketers. So stop calling me.

Mrs. Krishnan, are you also from India?


From one Indian to another, can I ask you a small favour?


Madam, I have an elderly grandmother at home and my wife’s pregnant. If I get your contract, I get a small commission. My mother has arthritis and it will go towards her knee operation.

Hmm…you get your commission…what do I get?

You get the best electricity and gas prices in the whole country. And we have capped our prices. So no increase for the next two years.

No, what else do I get?

You get excellent service including…

(interrupting) Sundar, did you say you have a grandmother?

(hesitantly) Yes….

My baby cries non-stop in the evenings…wind, I think. Can you find out from her if there’s a home remedy…call me tomorrow...same time.

Mother on the phone taking notes.

Powdered asafoetida? With honey? Mix the two and rub it around his tummy, is it? Okay, okay. Now, how do I transfer my account to you?


This is one of my entries to the flash drama contest, part of the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival. Details here if you wish to take part. Deadline 8th Feb 2009.


kunal said…
brilliant read, loved it :)
SK said…
Nice one :) Loved it!
Shyam said…
I like this one. :) Telemarketers should learn from it!
Ekta Khetan said…
Quite Interesting!!!
nina said…
I rarely read blogs but yours was so captivating that I could not stop myself reading one after another. Loved the one about your two sons. I have two daughters and I can relate with you. Glad to hear someone say they hate cooking as well. Cooking can be fun when one does it occasionally as a hobby. On a routine basis I agree, its a pain!!

Reading your blog reminds me of "Malgudi Days"
Cherie Durbin said…
Brilliant flash drama!

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