Haiku1 Expiry date reached Maker awaits an arrival Dying for a smoke Haiku 2 Looking at the skies Crescent moon glistens Eating cheese cake Haiku 3 Friends dancing in the rain Leaving an awesome party Such a wet…
‘The Tsunami Tragedy’ by Martine Olthof
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology A real life story By Martine Olthof On 26th December, 2004, a huge tragedy hit South East Asia. At 07:58 local time Bangkok and Java) a Tsunami was…
‘Silent Night’ by VandanaKumari Jena
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The Collectors Conference was over at last. As the valedictory session ended, she heaved a sigh of relief. It had been difficult for her to keep her eyes…
‘The Perpetual Traveller’ by Yoshay Lama Lindblom
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Vendors flocked on the shadowed train station of Santragachi near Howrah city. There might have been an orange orchard tucked in some corner of the district as the…
‘Teacher’ by Ritika Pathak
I am very fair. When I was young, everyone thought, me included that I’d go into modelling. But as I grew older, my face was wrecked by pimples. Being too fair is not much of an advantage in a tropical…
New Asian Writing is back
NAW is now back and running again. Voicu Mihnea Simandan has graciously consented to hand over the reins. New Asian Writing is now being run by a team of editors based in India. Submissions are open and can be made…
Easy Savitri
Future was like yards and yards of plain-cloth in her imagination; new and uncut. It had the untouched feel and the seminal smell of starch. Present was a sewing machine that runs over the cloth, monotonously, for hours. Present stitches…
Bride’s Home Coming
Biswanath Banerjee was up earlier than usual in the morning. He was flush with excitement, outwardly though he was the epitome of composure. He did not wish to let his wife Sucheta understand what was going on inside his mind.…
Dhananjoy
Dhananjoy was all of 13 years when he came to work for us at our maternal grandparents’ house in Kolkata. Gosaba, a village at the border of Sunderban was his home I was told by my grandmother. I had never…
In the Hands of the Goddess
With his toes just touching the water, Jin let the waves lap at his feet. Warmed by the heat of the midday sun that hung hard and blinding, the ocean heaved and yawed under the unbroken light. But the water…
Our old Asian philospophy could say that human life can be interpreted as a simple principle of 24 times 4
In retrospect, I, for a long time, seemed to have lived and consumed my own time and energy twice harder and faster than a normal life. Casually I spent 80 hours of work per week and soaked in a flood…