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…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology They are sitting at Carlo’s Pizzeria downtown, sharing a thin-crust Margherita pizza and a pitcher of beer between the four of them. Having downed a few vodka-orange back…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology He had very soft hands; the palms of which had cupped her nose once, and had then ran through the knots in her hair a few seconds later,…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology He woke to the hum of the three tonne truck outside his home, unloading or loading bricks or wood or whatever the landlord was crazy enough to get…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The morning was not so sunny that day unlike the three previous days. Rain started the last night. Thunders pealed. Stormy wind bent the heads of the coconut…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology A three storied, old-fashioned building was ours in a snaky lane of North Calcutta. My father came along with his widowed mother to find refuge in this house,…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Victor’s mother’s words hummed in his ears like the air pressure in the cochlear duct while landing. It hurt deep in an unbearably painful but strangely, pleasant way.…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology “Father, should I help you in turning you over to your left side?” enquired the young woman. “You’ll be more comfortable that way. At least for sometime. You’ve…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The first faint streaks of dawn had just burst through the clouds when Parul got up, tucked the end of her pallu in at her waist, twisted her…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Of the four men standing around Maulana Abu al-Sa’id’s body, one resembled a statue. He heard not a word of what the other three were talking among themselves.…