After the terrible fight that leaves us broken and in parts like bread crumbs on a lonely Sunday breakfast plate- I grab you by the chin and work your jaw until you spill all the words out- Your tongue rolls…
Body, you are a miracle. Blemish, dark spot and mole; cellulite, layered skin, or skeleton frame, they (who they?) decided numbers for you. Waist sizes, hip sizes, thunder thighs, needle arms, beautiful, ugly (skinny, fat, thin, curvy, busty, chubby, blah,…
Short Story ID- 9/2015 Tikbalang was the exact opposite of his more famous cousin, the centaur. Where the centaur was mysterious, quiet, and foreboding, and looked graceful with his chiseled abs, and powerful horse’s body, Tikbalang was not. He had…
Karan Bajaj is the #1 bestselling author of Keep off the Grass (2008) and Johnny Gone Down (2010). He was selected among India Today’s 35 Under 35 Indians and nominated for the Crossword Book of the Year, Indiaplaza Golden Quill and Teacher’s Indian Achievers (Arts)…
Lying on an island of sand that appeared thirty minutes ago. the season’s low tide has given way to the day’s current. Here is my island Lady Sun sleepy she slowly slides behind the mountains at…
Short Story ID- 8/2015 Her little shoes were bright red in the warm sunlight. They were the only part of her clothing which looked clean and new. Her green and white dress was ragged, and some of the jade beads…
Short Story ID- 7/2015 R. K. Narayan went to the office of the Registrar of Births and Deaths at the district headquarters at Malgudi to obtain the death certificate of his father Krishnaswamy Iyer so as to transfer money and…
Anand Neelakantan was born in Thripoonithura, on the outskirts of Cochin, Kerala. He currently works as a manager in Indian Oil Corporation ltd. His first book was a new take on Ramayana, the great mythological Indian epic, told from a…
Short Story ID- 6/2015 A beauty sleeps in the open brown box Its legs outstretched like sunbathing under The angry summer sun. It sings to me, its eyes closed “I am the corpse of a woman who loved.” The woman…
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…
Why is it glowing, like candles over the grave of dreams , the radiance of affection. Why is it flowing on; like a veil over the face of fate , the river of voids. Why is it lingering on even…