Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The months of drought had finally broken, the belting tropical rain bringing with it the pleasing scent of rich earth and fresh water fused with a trace of…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Meredith stands a few feet from the edge, as close as she dares. Far below there are trees, so tightly packed that they look black. She kicks a…
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…