# The Fish Who Flew

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- Published: 2019-10-28T18:28:22+00:00
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**Author:** Meenakshi Jauhari[](https://writersworkshopindia.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/The-Fish-Who-Flew.jpeg)
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Pages:** 86 **Year of Publication:** 2019 **Price:** Rs 300 **ISBN:** 978-81-941819-
2-7 (9788194181927)

_**About the Author**_
 Meenakshi Jauhari has been writing poetry and short fiction
for more than thirty years. During the last decade, she has focused on writing and
translating poetry, specifically Indian contemporary poets like Amrita Pritam. She
is currently working on translating early Urdu literary works into English.

She began with children’s stories that were published by Children’s Book Trust, 
many of which went on to win prizes. Her short fiction has been featured in reputed
literary journals such as _Indian Literature _(Sahitya Akademi), _The Little Magazine,
Out of Print_ and _The Poetry Society (India) Journal_.

She was born in Rampur, Uttar Pradesh, and spent her childhood in Jamshedpur, Bihar,
where her father worked with the Tata Group. Having earned a degree in computer 
science from the Birla Institute of Technology, Ranchi, she worked in the IT sector
until the turn of the millennium, when she moved to publishing and writing for radio.

She lives in Gurgaon with her husband and son. This is her first anthology.

_**Teaser**_

_Geometry_

They were betrayed by geometry – the geometry
 of a circular world that suggested
they were certain to run into each other some day. Through the motion of days, and
dreams, longitudes blurring into time zones across airport coffeeshops, hoping, 
imagining … like the misplaced, they would find each other in lost-and-found bins,
in warm airplane seats.

They figured geography maps would drop a clue, a city name,
 a lake or even the 
kind of vegetation that would somehow lead to a street, and a house number.

_And what is a good time to call?_
 No time good enough to call people fallen through
the grating of years, dizzy with the round-and-round motion of a geoid earth.

And now look … the sun strides in a vague direction of the west,
 the universe struggling
to reconcile the lines and circles of their ordered world. Later, it will try with
moon chimes and jasmine breezes, and through the debris of living collected over
the years … as they still seek a straight line that will put them on a single latitude
on earth’s face.

_**Contents**_
 _Foreword_ by Madhu Shetty / 9 _Preface_ / 11 51 poems