Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Translated from Pashto to English by N. Atal As soon as Amir walked through the door, he started shouting and cursing, “where are you!? You honour-less scum!” His…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Everyone called me Angoori and the name has stuck; I never questioned its origin. I can still remember the day when my life changed completely. My uncle Rajgopal…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Anshu sat on the footpath and cried. Back then, it seemed like a good idea. Soon, people at the streets looked at her and pointed her out to…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology She was labelled a bitch. Of course, after two divorces, both initiated by her, she was viewed with suspicion. There is nothing more annoying than being a lowly…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology I’m Roshan. After my third break-up, I was bitter and alone. As a working professional, I didn’t have much time to invest in clubs, discos or other places…
The old man wasn’t much to look at. Sure he didn’t look his age. He appeared to be in his late fifties though I’d guess he was definitely a decade older than that. No head-turner, that’s for sure. Not with…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Once upon a time there was a red-shirt boy and a yellow-shirt girl. The boy wore the same red shirt every day. It was made of cotton and…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Arunima opened her eyes forcibly and looked at the grandpa clock on the wall. It showed quarter past ten on a bright Sunday morning in the month of…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Bhaity da had curls that came down to his shoulders and a slender waist that gave the girls a fever. His complexion was flawless; he took great care…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Sitting in his SUV, at the open air parking lot entry, he patiently gestured for her to drive forward. “You smug bastard, you don’t tell me what to…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology When the riot burns the city- Jazz up your city in a dapper pinstripe suite, ditch the slouch, the carefree attitude, you get yourself a city on the…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Aarti woke up to an unfamiliar, raucous singing from upstairs. Slightly irritated at having to forfeit her early morning succession of dreams, she got out of her blanket…