Stranger In The House
Bibhu Padhi Someone is watching us, always, from a place which the sun never touches nor ever will, inside this… Read More »Stranger In The House
Bibhu Padhi Someone is watching us, always, from a place which the sun never touches nor ever will, inside this… Read More »Stranger In The House
Anindita Sengupta The apogee is a tea bowl in the sky, alluring as kintsugi or kissing. The weight of this… Read More »Ritual
Ashwini Bhasi 120 pavans of gold to weigh you down. A kilo of yellow that gleamed like a tiger’s eye… Read More »Dowry
Kushal Poddar The pond will never freeze. The phenomenon keeps the coffee drinking, photo comparing and internet surfing crowd from… Read More »Ice-holes
Hoshang Merchant Who is it who dances on a serpent?Who is the serpent and who the dancer?The gawlis are all… Read More »Kaliya Mardan: Prologue
K Satchidanandan Sorrow is a house, its walls painted yellow and ceiling green with fungus. It has many rooms, from… Read More »A House Called Sorrow
Ranjani Murali Before unwaking, we unslept the creases on sheets, unmade the coffee in osmosis from filter to thermos, unskyped… Read More »A Day Without Us Immigrants
Keki N. Daruwalla The PM fingering his beard, said it is as I feared, we found ourselves in a glutinous… Read More »Taslima Nasreen
Mamang Dai When we needed someone I cried for the shaman, seeking the words of generations to accompany us, Where… Read More »When we needed someone
Manohar Mouli Biswas Targeted to be near to the life of spring Daily bathe has everyone in its painting Fire… Read More »Painting