It’s early November; winter has just set in. The temperature hasn’t dipped much yet and the night is perfectly balmy. It’s a quarter past eleven. A time when thoughts, tangled in the din of pots and pans, and mundane chores…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Rajamma The young doctors took off their coats and left their consultation rooms. After five hours of duty, it was finally lunch time. As they slowly ambled out…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Jenna’s hair is fascinating to him, its golden curliness captivating in a way the poker straight and black kind that he has…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology One of the first persons I phoned when I came to spend the summer with my son, Anand, in Toronto was Vivek. Vivek was in the wholesale trade…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology If you peer in to the exact depth of my eyes you will see it, the reflection. The destination where my heart has tiptoed is reflected in the…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Ramayya rolled up the shutters of his tiny shop with an eardrum-shattering noise. He stepped in, touched the cash register and pressed his fingers to his eyes. He…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology All eyes were on the girl when she entered.No one, however, met her gaze when she glanced timidly about the courtyard. Only Hirabai observed her frankly, noting every…
I I staggered from the Tulip totally spermed out. Never in my wildest imaginings did I ever expect to meet a woman like her in a place like that. Smart, savvy, college-educated, Lek was a true free spirit. Blessed with…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Minakshi hit the play button, struggling to find a comfortable spot. Phule phule dhole dhole, Bohey kiba mridu baay. … Ki jani kishero lagi Pran kore haay-haay. By the…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology I creep out of the quiet darkness of our house, where the smell of last night’s lamb chops lingers to a pre-dawn feeding and drinking frenzy that I…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The mountain air is exhilarating. I climb up the hill covered with blue Neelakurinji flowers, running a little, skipping a little,free as a bird which sits on treetops…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology He first saw her walking through the gates of Tumpat station as his taxi slowed down at Jalan Stesen. She carried no luggage except for her knapsack, probably…