Indian Review | Indian Literature & Art Magazine

The Story In The Middle: Brooklyn 1996 | Leslie-Ann Murray

When I was young, my mother used to tell me that she was given the shittest end of the stick at birth, and as a result, her life would always follow the same path. So we can start this story anywhere in my mother’s life and the
The Noose | Naresh Kumar

The noose was fashioned from a thin, jute rope; it dangled from the old oak tree that marked the middle of the city’s square. The King’s soldiers circled the noose and the tree, their shields high and their spears sharp. A large,
Thambi | Jeyamohan

Name: M. Saravanakumar. M.A. English Literature. Works at a private college. A dark, well-built body. Black, trimmed mustache. I leaned forward from the table and observed him. Whenever I do so, I fix a well-practiced smile of warmth