Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Mahatma Gandhi Road, a drab thoroughfare liberally laden with potholes and open-mouthed drains and housing a line of trees tumescent in the middle along its sides, trotted down…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology “You look very handsome!” she said with a naughty smile and aimed her Nikon at me. I smiled, somewhat flustered and adjusted my scarf. She clicked. We were…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology As the cool evening breeze swept the stray curls off her face, Chitra eagerly glanced at the steel platter next to her. Big, enticing chunks of raw, green…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The morning sun has just dawned upon the mother earth. The sunrise has started casting splendid splashes of fiery opalescence across the sky. The periwinkle sky is thus…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology “Renu! Renu! Where are you?” Kishan Kumar’s coarse voice echoed across the living room. “Yes, Bauji” Renu scampered out of the kitchen, her hands coated in flour and…
On a mystic December day So cold and weary a lamp was, For a sudden power cut, It had lost almost lost all its , Warmth and brightness , Made the dark highway naked, But the dying bulb Was still…
What happens to deferred dreams of girls? Do they evaporate? Like the tears of an ill-fated bride Without any traces ? Does it end up as crimson graffiti of a sword piercing a heart, Tear brimming eyes On bridal bed…
1 Shrill cry of an enchanted forest Once I hear through the grey Alleys Sank into the Darkest mystery Unknown ever to all mechanism Where my emotion or yours Is born from the unknown womb Of distant and so…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Here they beat me and want to know why I did it. They won’t believe me whenI say that the Inner Light led me to it. They laugh…
She showed us mountains Purple and clouds cirrus That crowned their peaks. Through her we learned to breathe And serenading Life We began interpreting The language of birds And realized that Donkeys As also Pigs are creatures of God …
The streets are bathed with dirt and blood. The cries of the naked children pierce the still calm of the early morning. A painful reminder of the events that took place a long time ago, when earth was first trampled…