August, 2022
Erwin Coombs tells a suspenseful, funny, poignant and sad story, based on his real life experiences. Click here to read.
Santosh Kalwar gives a glimpse of hope for an abandoned girl-child in Nepal. Click here to read.
Tan Kaiyi goes on a hunt for the National Day Killer. Click here to read.
Shivani Shrivastav transports us to Manali for a misty union. Click here to read.
Paul Mirabile tells a story of murder and horror. Click here to read.
Aysha Baqir takes on the persona of a computer to unleash a poignant and chilling story. Click here to read.
Tagore’s humorous skit, The Treatment of an Ailment, has been translated by Somdatta Mandal. Click here to read.
Pus Ki Raat or A Frigid Winter Night by Munshi Premchand has been translated from Hindi by C Christine Fair. Click here to read.
July, 2022
Sohana Manzoor leaves one wondering if the story is about felines or… Click here to read.
Erwin Coomb has a strange encounter at night. Is it real? Click here to read.
The story by Rinu Antony focusses on chance encounter at a bus stop. Click here to read.
Murder at the ‘Pozzo di San Patriza’
Paul Mirabile travels to 1970s Italy to experience a crime inside a sixteenth century well. Click here to read.
The Welcome, a skit by Tagore, has been translated by Somdatta Mandal. Click here to read.
The Bus Conductor, a short story by Dalip Kaur Tiwana has been translated from Punjabi by C. Christine Fair. Click here to read.
Hasan Sol: A Balochi Folktale from Geedi Kessah-4(Folktales Vol: 4) compiled and retold by Gulzar Khan Mari, has been translated by Fazal Baloch from Balochi. Click here to read.
June, 2022
Paul Mirabile weaves a story of murder and madness in Madrid of 1970s. Click here to read.
Atreyo Chowdhury spins a tale set in Kolkata. Click here to read.
Shivani Shrivastav writes of an encounter with a mysterious child in Almora. Click here to read.
PG Thomas’s narrative set in Kerala, explores a leader’s old age. Click here to read.
Indrashish Banerjee creates a humanoid scenario where robots take on human roles. Click here to read.
The Funeral, a satirical skit by Tagore, translated by Somdatta Mandal. Click here to read.
The Magic Staff , a poignant short story about a Rohingya child by Shaheen Akhtar, translated from Bengali by Arifa Ghani Rahman. Click here to read.
Fakir Khizmil & the Missing Princess, a Balochi Folktale has been translated by Fazal Baloch. Click here to read.
Pandies’ Corner
This narrative is written by a youngster from the Nithari village who transcended childhood trauma and deprivation. Dhaani has been written in Hindi and translated to English by Kiran Mishra. Click here to read
May, 2022
Nileena Sunil gives us a flash fiction. Click here to read.
Paul Mirabile tells a strange tale set in Madrid. Click here to read.
Hridi gives us a poignant story on the banks of the river Seine. Click here to read.
Vedant Srinivas reflects on a childhood lost and a career found. Click here to read.
Rhys Hughes finds humour within pandemic sagas. Is it dark or light? Click here to read.
The Ordeal of Fame, a humorous skit by Rabindranath, translated by Somdatta Mandal. Click here to read.
Fazal Baloch translates a retold folktale from Balochi, The Precious Pearl. Click here to read.
Pandies’ Corner
These narratives are written by youngsters from the Nithari village who transcended childhood trauma and deprivation. The Story of Rajesh has been written by Yogesh Uniyal in a mix of English and Hindi, and translated fully to Hindi by Nirbhay Bhogal. Click here to read.
April, 2022
Kieran Martin gives a short fiction woven with shades of nature. Click here to read.
Sutputra Radheye narrates a poignant story about love and loss. Click here to read.
Amjad Ali Malik gives us a strange tale of flatmates. Click here to read.
Paul Mirabile takes us to Nisa, Portugal, with his narrative. Click here to read.
Devraj Singh Kalsi has written of how one man’s protest impacts a whole community. Click here to read.
A folktale translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch. Click here to read.
Pandies’ Corner
These narratives are written by youngsters from the Nithari village who transcended childhood trauma and deprivation. Will to be Human is based on a real life story by Sachin Sharma, translated from Hindustani by Diksha Lamba. Click here to read.
March, 2022
Kieran Martin tells a tall tale or is it short? Click hereto read.
Munaj Gul Muhammed captures the wafting sadness of grieving in this short poetic narrative. Click here to read.
Sharika Nair paints a vignette of the past merging with the present in her narrative. Click here to read.
Devraj Singh Kalsi shows how the twists of faith are aligned to wealth and fame. Click here to read.
Farah Ghuznavi follows a conglomerate of people on board a flight to address issues ranging from Rohingyas to race bias. Click here to read.
Poets, Poetry & Rhys Hughes
In Tall or Short Tales, Rhys Hughes explores the absurd. Click here to read.
February 2022
Luke P.G. Draper explores the impact of pollution with a short compelling narrative. Click here to read.
Atreyo Chowdhury spins an absurd tale or could it be true? Click here to read.
Maliha Iqbal writes of life as a young girl in a competitive world. Click here to read.
A short story by S.Ramakrishnan, translated from Tamil by Dr.B.Chandramouli. Click here to read.
The Literary Fictionist
In Missing, Sunil Sharma gives us a long literary yarn. Click here to read.
Pandies’ Corner
These stories are written by youngsters from the Nithari village who transcended childhood trauma and deprivation. The column starts with a story, Stranger than Fiction from Sharad Kumar in Hindustani, translated to English by Grace M Sukanya. Click here to read.
January, 2022
Folklore from Balochistan: The Pearl
Balochi folktales woven into a story and reinvented by Fazal Baloch highlighting the wisdom of a woman. Click here to read.
Steve Ogah takes us to a village in Nigeria. Click hereto read.
Neilay Khasnabish shares a story on migrant labours with a twist. Click here to read.
Sushant Thapa writes of real life in Nepal, which at times is stranger than fiction. Click here to read.
Candice Louisa Daquin takes us on a poignant story of longing. Click here to read.
Sohana Manzoor tells a story around the awakening of a young woman. Click here to read.
Among Our People: Devraj Singh Kalsi gives a fictitious account of a common man’s quest for security in a country that is one of the world’s largest democracy. Click here to read.
Give Me A Rag, Please:A short story by Nabendu Ghosh, translated by Ratnottama Sengupta, set in the 1943 Bengal Famine, which reflects on man’s basic needs. Click here to read
December, 2021
Flash Fiction: In Search of a New Home
Marzia Rahman shares a short narrative about refugees. Click here to read.
Lakshmi Kannan travels with a humming bird to her past. Click here to read.
Sohana Manzoor unfolds her experiences while learning to drive with a dash of humour. Click here to read.
Dinner with Bo Stamford in Hong Kong
Steve Davidson has a ghostly encounter in Hong Kong. Click here to read.
The Literary Fictionist
In Walls, Sunil Sharma peers into fallacies and divides. Click here to read.
A short story by Sherzod Artikov, translated from Uzbeki by Nigora Mukhammad. Click here to read.
November 2021
Christina Yin takes us on a strange journey in Sarawak, Malaysia. Click here to read.
A pensive journey mingling rain and childhood memories by Garima Mishra. Click here to read.
Jackie Kabir brings us a strange story from Bangladesh. Click here to read.
First International Conference on Conflict Continuation
Steve Davidson explores an imaginary conference. Click here to read.
The Literary Fictionist
In Fragments of a Strange Journey, Sunil Sharma sets out with Odysseus on a tour of the modern day world. Click here to read.
A short story by Bhupeen giving a vignette of life in Nepal, translated from Nepali by Ishwor Kandel. Click here to read.
October, 2021
Lunch with Baba Rinpoche in Kathmandu
Steve Davidson takes us for a fictitious interview with a Tibetan guru in Nepal. Click here to read.
An unusual flash fiction by Parnil Yodha about a Tibetan monk. Click here to read.
Odysseus & Me: A Quest for Home
A short fiction from Bangladesh by Marzia Rahmanon immigrants. Click here to read.
Krishna Sruthi Srivalsan writes of a past that created the present. Click here to read.
Tejaswinee Roychowdhury tells a story from a soldier’s perspective. Click here to read.
The Literary Fictionist
In Bapu, Denied, Sunil Sharma explores the fate of Gandhiism in a world where his values have been forgotten. Click here to read.
Nature’s Musings
In The Lords of Lights, with photographs and a story, Penny Wilkes makes an interesting new legend. Click here to read
September, 2021
Niles M Reddick relates a haunting tale of ghosts and more. Click here to read.
Dipayn Chakrabarti travels through moods of the day and night. Click here to read.
Dr. P Ravi Shankar explores a future beyond climate change in Malaysia. Click here to read.
Revathi Ganeshsundaram captures the stardust in ripening years. Click here to read.
Saeed Ibrahim’s story reflects on the ties between an old teacher and a student. Click here to read.
The Literary Fictionist
In Return of the Ghost, Sunil Sharma explores the borders between life, ideas and death. Click here to read.
Poets, Poetry & Rhys Hughes
In Memory Gongs, Rhys Hughes creates a profound myth tinged with a tongue in cheek outlook … Click here to read.
August, 2021
Marcelo Medone discusses motherhood, aging and loss in this poignant flash fiction from Argentina. Click here to read.
Maliha Iqbal explores the impact of wars in a spine chilling narrative, journeying through a range of emotions. Click here to read.
Moazzam Sheikh explores dementia, giving us a glimpse of the lives of Asian immigrants in America. Click here to read.
Steve Ogah talks of trauma faced by riot victims in Nigeria. Click here to read.
Malachi Edwin Vethamani takes us to an exploration of faiths and borders. Click here to read.
The Literary Fictionist
In The Chained Man Who Wished to be Free, Sunil Sharma explores freedom and democracy versus conventions. Click here to read.
A story based on memories of Partition by Nadir Ali, translated from Punjabi by Amna Ali. Click here to read.
A short story by Dev Kumari Thapa, translated from Nepali by Mahesh Paudyal. Click here to read.
July, 2021
Tan Kaiyi evokes the spirit of the Singapore National Day amidst the darkness of spread by a deadly virulence. Click here to read.
Niles Reddick tells a weatherman’s story with a twist of humour. Click here to read.
Swagato Chakraborty spins a weird tale about an obsession. Click here to read.
Ahsan Rajib Ananda shows what rivalries in creative arts can do. Click here to read.
A poignant real life story by Jeanie Kortum on adopting a child. Click here to read
The Literary Fictionist
In Scarecrow, Sunil Sharma explores urban paranoia. Click here to read.
Book Excerpt
The Parrot’s Tale, excerpted from Rabindranth Tagore. The Land of Cards: Stories, Poems and Plays for Children, translated by Radha Chakravarty, with a foreword from Mahasweta Devi. Click here to read.
June, 2021
Brindley Hallam Dennis tells us the story of a cat and a human. Click here to read.
Saeed Ibrahim gives us a lighthearted story of a young man in quest of a good future. Click here to read
Sheefa V. Mathews weaves lockdown and parenting into a story of a debuting dancer. Click here to read.
Ghumi Stories: The Other Side of the Curtain
Nabanita Sengupta explores childhood and its experiences. Click here to read.
The Literary Fictionist
Sunil Sharma explores facets of terrorism and its deadly impact on mankind in Truth Cannot Die. Click here to read.
May, 2021
Shobha Nandavar, a physician in Bangalore, depicts the trauma of Covid 19 in India with compassion. Click here to read.
Rituparna Khan gives us a brief vignette from the life of one of the first women doctors in India, Dr Kadambari Ganguly. Click here to read.
Atreyo Chowdhury takes us into the world of unquenchable wanderlust. Click here to read.
Neemboo Ka Achaar or Maa’s Lemon Pickle
A compelling flash fiction by Suyasha Singh hovering around food and a mother’s love. Click here to read.
The Literary Fictionist
In A Lunch Hour Crisis, Sunil Sharma raises humanitarian concerns that though raised in a pandemic-free world, have become more relevant and concerning given our current predicament. Click here to read.
April, 2021
Rakhi Pande gives us a story about a woman and her inner journey embroiled in the vines of money plant. Click here to read.
A sensitive short story by Sohana Manzoor that makes one wonder if neglect and lack of love can be termed as an abuse? Click here to read
Ghumi Stories: Grandfather & the Rickshaw
Nabanita Sengupta takes us on an adventure on the rickshaw with Raya’s grandfather. Click here to read
Flash Fiction: The Husband on the Roof
Carl Scharwath gives us a story with a strange twist. Click here to read
Flash Fiction: Flight of the Falcon
Livneet Shergill gives us a story in empathy with man and nature. Click here to read
The Literary Fictionist
A playlet by Sunil Sharma set in Badaun, The Dryad and I: A Confession and a Forecast, is a short fiction about trees and humans. Click here to read.
Tagore Translations: One Small Ancient Tale
Rabindranath Tagore’s Ekti Khudro Puraton Golpo(One Small Ancient Tale) from his collection Golpo Guchcho ( literally, a bunch of stories) has been translated by Nishat Atiya. Click here to read.
March, 2021
The Literary Fictionist
In Love Beyond Words, Sunil Sharma explores relationships. Click here to read.
A Jessie Michael explores blind belief in a Malay village. Click here to read.
Vidula Sonagra explores childhood and its exigencies. Click here to read.
Shouvik Banerjee relates an unusual story set in the Himalayan town of Dalhousie. Click here to read.
Ghumi Stories: The Threat Note
Nabanita Sengupta finds crime lurking in the darkness of Ghumi woods. Click here to read.
The fiction by Supriya Rakesh is just about that — a fun-filled relook at being Fat. Click here to read.
Translations
Kumar Bhimsingha by Swarnakumari Devi, the sister of Rabindranath Tagore, was published in a magazine run by the Tagore family, in April 1887. It has been translated by Chaitali Sengupta. Click hereto read.
Excerpt from a short story
A Sense of Time & Other Stories by Anuradha Kumar, excerpted from the book of short stories. Click here to read
February, 2021
Translations
A Balochi folk tale translated by Fazal Baloch. Click here to read.
A translation from Bengali to English by Dipankar Ghosh of Nabendu Ghosh’s Traankarta, a story set during the Partition riots. Click here to read.
The Literary Fictionist
In Forgeries, Don Quixote & Epistemes, Sunil Sharma unravels the mystique of the Spanish ingénue, the man who fights windmills and has claimed much much literary attention post Quichotte. Click here to read.
Sohana Manzoor captures the darkness of memories down the lane in opposition to the sunny, happy nostalgia. Click here to read.
Nabanita Sengupta explores taboos around teenage values in a compelling story set in the small town of Ghumi. Click here to read.
A story of 1950s indiscipline related by Brindley Hallam Dennis with a soupçon of humour. Click hereto read.
January, 2021
The Literary Fictionist
Near the River Chenab and Under The trees
Sunil Sharma in a poignant telling takes us on a journey to the banks of a river where life, love and death sheathed in terrorism cumulate to a peak. Click here to read.
A short story by Gauri Mishra that takes us into the crowded lanes of Paharganj, New Delhi, on an adventure with surprise tilt. Click here to read.
Ghumi Stories: The New Year’s Gift
Nabanita Sengupta explores how rumours can be quietened with an unusual plot. Click here to read
Aminath Neena from Maldives explores rebirth despite religious prejudices. Click here to read.
Translations
Tagore Stories in Translation: Bolai: A story about Man and Nature written in Bengali by Rabindranath Tagore in 1928, translated by Chaitali Sengupta. Click here to read.
Flash Fiction: Tears of a Revered Mother A poignant mood driven piece from Balochistan. Written in Balochi by Mereen Nizar, translated by Ali Jan Maqsood. Click hereto read.
December, 2020
The Literary Fictionist
Monalisa No Longer Smiles Here by Sunil Sharma is a poignant story of child labour in India. Click here to read.
Balochi Folktale involving magic retold by Fazal Baloch. Click here to read.
Ghumi Stories: The Tower of Babble
Nabanita Sengupta delves into relocation and its impacts. Click here to read.
Gauri Mishra explores the unusual desires of a young girl. Click here to read.
Flash Fiction: Happily Ever After
Sohana Manzoor explores the myth of happily ever after with three short & gripping narratives set in modern urban Bangladesh. Click here to read.
November, 2020
The Literary Fictionist
In the Shadow of the Nataraja: A Kinship takes the readers on a journey through Ellora, Rio de Janerio, Rome, Jerusalem and even Manchester United till Sunil Sharma finds answers of a different kind. Click here to read.
A gripping short story by Sohana Manzoor from Bangladesh. Click here to read.
Chaitali Sengupta explores the clash of cultures in a poignant telling. Click here to read
Praniti Gulyani unravels the story of a birth during a riot. Click here to read.
Ghumi Stories: At Par in the Pandemic
Nabanita Sengupta explores the impact of COVID19 in the small town of Ghumi. Click here to read.
Translation
The Witch, a short story by renowned Bengali writer Tarasankar Bandopadhyay (1898 to 1971), translated by Aruna Chakravarti. Click here to read.
October, 2020
The Literary Fictionist
Sunil Sharma travels through pages of a classic with ease and aplomb demystifying literary lore to unravel the identity of a man that never was in his story, In Search of Lewis Carroll. Click here to read.
Nabanita Sengupta gives us a glimpse of life in a sleepy little town, long before social-distancing set in. Click here to read
Santosh Bakaya takes us on a journey among clouds and chirruping birds. Click here to read.
A spoof by Dustin Pickering. What happens when the President of America is woken out of cryogenic slumber in the year 2065? Click here to read.
What could a taxi and a fifty year old woman have in common? Click here to find out by reading Avijit Roy‘s story.
A touching flash fiction by Mehak Nain. Click here to read.
A strange telling against the backdrop of 9/11 attack in New York by Nibras Malik. Click here to read this flash fiction.
A spooky flash fiction by Vandita Dharni… perfect for Halloween nights! Click here to read.
Translations
Abhagi’s Heaven, a poignant story by Saratchandra Chattopadhyay translated by Sahitya Akademi winner Aruna Chakravarti. Click here to read.
An Eternal Void, a Balochi story by Munir Ahmed Badini translated by Fazal Baloch. Click here to read.
September, 2020
The Literary Fictionist :
Sunil Sharma, our columnist for fiction, takes us on a strange journey through the backstreets of Mumbai in A Stranger in the City. Click here to read.
Ghumi Stories: A Night too Long
Ghumi is an imaginary township located in the Chhota Nagpur plateau of Bihar in India created by writer Nabanita Sengupta. This story journeys back to 1984, to the anti-Sikh riots that broke out after the assassination of Prime Minister Indira Gandhi. Click here to read
Relive the terror of the 2008 Taj Mumbai attacks in this gripping nostalgic retelling by Bhavana Kunkalikar. Click here to read.
Shevlin Sebastian captures man’s relentless struggle against unsympathetic forces of nature. Click here to read.
What can be under a carpet? Niles M Reddick takes us on a journey of discovery in his amazing flash fiction. Click here to read.
Bhumika R. explores a strange phenomenon in New Delhi. Click here to read.
Aparajita Ghosh‘s story translated by Ratnottama Sengupta from Bengali to English. Click here to read.
August, 2020 issue
July, 2020 issue
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Dr Haneef Shareef’s Thus Spake the Vagabond translated by Fazal Baloch
There was an eerie silence with just distant cooing of pigeons at the hilltop. Suddenly some of them flew away flapping their wings. Nandini was startled but chose to look past it. Melodious bhajans and chants with ringing of temple bells could be heard from the valley downhill. Sunset was close. The sky was painted in hues of red, crimson and purple. Within minutes dark clouds converged in welcoming the calm night. Nandini could feel a chilling hollowness in the air. There was a bizarre feel to the breeze that grew cooler as they climbed. (Click here to read more)
Ray copied all the questions from the question paper and looked out of the window. Twenty minutes had passed, and he wasn’t able to answer any question. Mathematics had always been very difficult for him. He always failed in mathematics but passed other subjects. He managed to get promoted to higher classes. He had reached the highest class of school with the lowest grade in mathematics. (Click here to read)
Flash Fiction: Maya and the Dolphin
Ever since Hasan came to Cox’s Bazar, he noticed a child in a vegetable shop, close to his residence, sitting by her father. He always praised the child to his colleagues. He felt her eyes were the repository of all kindness in this world. She was, maybe in between seven or eight, a thin, brownish girl with her hair in a bun. She wore an off-white T-shirt with night pajamas. Hasan always looked at her when he passed the shop, and she looked back till he merged into the distance. (Click here to read)
The “animals” were happy.
The Ape was their chosen leader, as he was considered by the rest of the heterogeneous assembly, the nearest cousin of the people who had terrorized them for centuries but were now behind the bars, refusing to come out of their hide-outs, due to the pandemic. (Click here to read more)
He did not like animals. Or so he said. In any case, the children were discouraged from harbouring dreams of ever having a pet. He was an asthmatic. Viewed from that perspective, it made sense. “Father’s allergy will be triggered by pet fur,” they were told. ( Click here to read)
The old man fell ill and stayed in bed for around eight days. He recuperated later, but remained quite frail and weak for a few more days. Nazuk looked after him like her father. Whenever she did him a favour, she would recall her father. But she was surprised to notice that sometimes the old man would slide into deep thoughts, and tears stream down from his eyes. (Click here to read)
When Shefa Nanu died, I was about fourteen years old. It was an awkward age to be honest. I was neither a woman, nor a girl. When people said, “O my, isn’t she all grown up,” I felt awfully conscious of myself. Sometimes I wished to be invisible, and half the times I didn’t want to go visiting. But Shefa Nanu’s death was an unavoidable occasion and I had to tag along with my mother and grandmother. (Click here to read more)
Snow. All around us. A thick blanket of barren white broken by faces of rocks that dare to peek out. In this snow cold grows fangs and fingers and a snaking tongue. The tongue slips under the collar of your parka, the fingers slide down inside your shoes, freezing, and the fangs rip through your wretched bones. (Click here to read)
Surabhilata was beside herself with joy as she strode up the stairs of her elder daughter Anuradha’s residence on Park Street. Anuradha’s husband Soumendra was an eminent lawyer, good looking and well-respected. He lived in his ancestral house striking a happy balance with his parents. Anuradha cared for her in-laws, looks after their needs, and had taught her own children to love and respect their Dadu and Thamma. ( Click here to read more)
From a Lockdown Diary: On the Lightness of Being
I continue to soar above a city made better by the sights of strays being fed by solitary men; migrant workers being given rations or meals twice every day; cops served with tea and water bottles; the medical professionals presented with flowers — new unsung heroes and heroines — by strangers; trees and flowers grow fast; rivers cleaner; streets quieter; visibility increased: stars appear clearly before my startled eyes. (Click here to read this)
The guava tree always stood in seclusion. The lemon tree also grew beside it. The potential of the lemon tree was curbed by the sharpness of its thorns. Jubilant children did not care about thorns on the lemon tree and swung beside it on the guava tree where their swing was attached. The potential of children was one thing and that of a tree with respect to its thorn was another. Ah! The sharpening of the senses and the sharpening of thorns, two things related in Nature, but created differently by Nature for two different subjects. (Click here to read more)
Green all around, shades of green actually, that seemed to smile at her as she looked out. The tall moringa tree that seemed to reach up high, its small leaves dazzling in the play of sun and rain. That tree that met her eyes each morning as she looked out of that large window always made her feel nice. The rusted iron grills, the wooden window shutters broken here and there, did not shut tight, the latch rusted too, some bit of concrete laid bare a little of the masonry – her eye moved along. (Click here to read more)
It was shadowy in the forest. No sounds at all. Only some living creatures were crawling in the undergrowth, producing inaudible sounds. An inquisitive young man entered the forest with a smile on his face. He fancied that there might be some hidden treasures in the forest after browsing through a recent book on treasure hunting. (Click here to read)
It was a summer day. The sun was up in the sky. Early in the morning he left for the sea and sat on the shore. There was still a touch of coldness of the last night left in the sands. He cast a look at the tides generated by the wind that blew over the other night. (Click here to read)
Too Much Light; Too Much Trouble
The moment he stepped into the office he was astonished to see the distorted features of his colleagues. Someone’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Someone’s ears were stretched out. Someone’s tongue was sticking out. Someone’s lips had swollen. He stared at them with bewilderment. (Click here to read)
Every day he visits my home and takes only a one-rupee coin. Not more and not less. If I try to give him a two-rupee coin, he asks, “Do you want me to take this coin?” and he won’t take it. He is in the habit of taking a one-rupee coin from my home and perhaps many other homes. I can only see him coming to my home to take a coin. I do not care if he visits other homes and collects coins, for I care about his visit to my home because of his regular habits. ( Click here to read)
The day when his second novel was rejected in the same cold cursory manner the earlier one had been, Pavish Reuk decided to take a stroll across the city. He didn’t have much in his mind then, except a half-bitter tingling that always grew out of his failures. As he stood at the crossing with a crowd of scared masked men waiting for the green that summons pedestrians to march across the throbbing cars, Pavish Reuk realized that his whole life had been a string of failures. (Click here to read)
The Common Tiger butterfly (D genutia) lured him into the deep of the scrub jungle. The orange wings with black veins; double row of white spots of a Danaus genus can be as alluring for a camera-n-backpack-laden young birdie from Mumbai, as a call of the sea for a sailor! (Click here to read more)
The African man selling trinkets looks less out of place than me. In jeans and slippers he lopes over the sand, going between beachgoers calling out, “Signora, buon prezzo”, promising a “good price” in an accent that will never sound Italian. His smile is docile but nervous as he approaches three elderly Italians, plump and soft, golden and wrinkled, walking along the sand in their bikinis. He calls one of them by name. Regulars. (Click here to read)
It was his first flight. The first flight in twenty crawling years. He sat at the Departure Lounge of the Quetta airport waiting for the final boarding announcement. He was delighted but at the same time a bit nervous too. He feared that the plane would crash. He sat impatiently on the sofa. (Click here to read more)
A line of rocks marks a ridge overgrown with heather which leads down to a sandy bay at the headland. On an elevation, behind a patch of marram grass, a dilapidated cottage.
The walls are made from natural stone, the roof shingles are covered with moss, the frames of the small windows are jammed and swollen having been exposed over years to moisture and rain. In the nearby water bobs an open boat with fishing lines and nets.
Close to the house stands a rusty fish trap and a few lobster pots. (Click here to read more)
Parul sat on the narrow bench of the veranda looking at the two potatoes in her hand. They were small, brownish, and round — very ordinary potatoes. But Parul looked at them endearingly. One bore her name, while the other was inscribed with a heart-shaped hole. Parul’s body and soul were enraptured with feelings she had never known. She felt like singing and dancing. Saleha was busy in the kitchen and there was nobody else at home. That meant there was no one to obstruct her from enjoying a little respite from her daily chore of sweeping the floors of the sprawling fourth-floor apartment that had been her home for the past two years. (Click here to read more)
Borderless 