prose_issue_3

The Veneer

Urmila Bendre She looked at him curiously. This was a new one. “Don’t look at me suspiciously, I mean it.… Read More »The Veneer

The Wait

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