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…
She is all hopes and dreams… From the time she wakes up, till the stars shine high; Steps out every morning with a smile on her face; to spread the love she holds in her heart. Patience is…
Every time I see those eyes stare, I know the words of my heart. It’s like music and lyrics, Bright sunrise and green meadows, Raindrops and two coffee cups, Stars and a sleepless night, Silence and a sea of thoughts,…
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…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The garrulous, accomplished mariner that he was, Joe Farquhar seldom spoke after Fiona, his wife, passed away. His gift of gab disappeared, turned taciturn and, for over fifteen…
We’ve all acquired some worthless education. A bit of this and a bit of that, And with constant effort some imitation, so can win that race against another rat. But well read and conned by rot will earn you a…
“Nymph, in thy orisons Be my sins remembered!” Fair game was I naïve and nubile; hackneyed nothings pitter-pattered from your lips filling my being – summer showers on desert sands. A gull, a dull fool never was there to sense…
This morning on the way home turning the bend hesitatingly, I saw a fox. To make sure I blinked my eyelids, you were not to be seen. This time you have disappeared faster than when I used to see you…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Anu scanned the place to catch some known faces. There weren’t any. The coffee shop was bustling with youngsters lost in their own world. Colourful outfits, loud chatter…