Short Story ID- 5/2015 1 My name is Shilpa. I believe in ghosts because I am one. I believe in the afterlife because I have been there. I believe in the occult because I have seen it happen. Long…
Short Story ID- 3/2015 Seikh Suleiman was made to learn the knowhow of making a bomb.A bomb, which would kill thousands of people. At one go. He knew next to nothing about it before. His father, a daily wage-earner of…
Short Story ID- 2/2015 The shrill screams from the room next door woke Ruma from her sleep. Since the time she had come here sleep had always evaded her, right now she held on tightly to whatever little of sleep…
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 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…
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 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 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…