Citrate in Denouement
Rahana K. Ismail I open my eyes and instantly know that I have missed all the drama. It must have… Read More »Citrate in Denouement
Rahana K. Ismail I open my eyes and instantly know that I have missed all the drama. It must have… Read More »Citrate in Denouement
Arun Paria Parashuraman, OLA- S566, is a strange man. When he goes to bed at the Parvati Chawl, his yellow-black… Read More »A Clumsy Parable
Kinjal Sethia Graphite-stained fingers caressing one of the last three beedis, Manoj waits. Sitting on the parapet across the gates… Read More »The Wait
Aratrika Das Between Durga and Kali, my heart is always conflicted. Durga ma listens to rabindrasangeet while dipping Marie biscuit… Read More »ma… ma go… ma
Bipasha Bhattacharyya I. Feet placed at forty five degree angles to each step, the front of the skirt lifting up… Read More »The Milk Bottle Children
Anna Sujatha Mathai No, my name will not remain on these stones and earth that I loved so much, or… Read More »Nameless
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