• The Theft | Amita Samant

    The Theft | Amita Samant

    Dense clouds gathered steadily, forming a thick grey ceiling under the sky. The bellowing winds warned the coast about the powerful cyclone forging ahead in its direction. Rows of tall coconut trees…

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  • Back Home | Juno Negi

    Back Home | Juno Negi

    I “Light nahi hai!” Sandeep greeted me as I thumped the uneven sack on the floor, where it fell with a dull thud. “Wah! Look at the vegetables you brought back this time!” he exclaimed, grinning at the sack before I could complain about the heat.As I struggled to let go off the bag from…

    by: Juno Negi 

  • Pilgrimage | Konyala Sai Ram

    Pilgrimage | Konyala Sai Ram

    The man, short, never allowed by the burden of responsibilities and financial needs to grow tall; dark, naturally, due to working in the broad daylight and melting heat. A usual day in his life would start as early as 6 in the morning and last till 6 in the evening allowing ample time in the…

    by: Konyala Sai Ram 

  • Returning to Jingzhou | Changming Yuan

    Returning to Jingzhou | Changming Yuan

    This piece ‘Returning to Jingzhou,’ is an excerpt from Changming Yuan’s novel The Tuner After spending more than a week with her parents in Songzi, Hua was supposed to join you today for a nine-day secret honeymoon tour to Shennongjiao, Zhangjiajie and the Phoenix City. But circumstances forced her to return to Zhuhai to accommodate her sister-in-law’s…

    by: Changming Yuan 

  • The Ouroboros and the Djinn | Salmah Ahmed

    The Ouroboros and the Djinn | Salmah Ahmed

    Farah yawned and cast a perfunctory gaze at the road. The headlights of their speeding Land Cruiser, illuminated the road ahead. Yellow street lights lit up small patches of an endless stretch of gravel like shallow pools of liquid amber. They were headed to Atharan Hazari, a small town in the Jhang District of Punjab in…

    by: Salmah Ahmed 

  • Destiny Averted | Salmah Ahmed

    Destiny Averted | Salmah Ahmed

    That Tuesday, the 17th of July 2007, was the kind of day that settles on your head like a cauldron of boiling water, before sliding down your nape and spine, not with fiery heat, but with the slow, insidious creep of melting wax. It gathered like clay, dust and sweat copulating, in the folds of…

    by: Salmah Ahmed 

  • Weed of doubt | Christopher Antony

    Weed of doubt | Christopher Antony

    The New Delhi based son, while chatting over the phone with his cousin in Ernakulam, Kerala, South India, got wind of some serious problem brewing between his parents who were leading a retired life there. Though embarrassed to pry for details, a wave of uneasiness hurriedly ran through his veins. His worry intensified and putting…

    by: Christopher Antony 

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  • The Theft | Amita Samant

    The Theft | Amita Samant

  • Back Home | Juno Negi

    Back Home | Juno Negi

  • Plant your pants, Nimbu! | Salmah Ahmed

    Plant your pants, Nimbu! | Salmah Ahmed

Poetry

  • Timekeeper | Nandita Dutta 

    Now there’s the currency of time.The days are long, but the years are short, they say.Since you were born, we don’t measure time in our…

  • Saviour | Nandita Dutta 

    You know the darkthat can drown words?I come from that world.the dark is too dense for me to reach out,to pick words that mean thingsit is…

  • Brochure | Ian C Smith

    (from Middle French: to prick) Former Post Office it shouts, High Ceilings./ Lots of Shedding wryly conjures a verb,/ heart pricked, irony defending feelings,/ warped…

  • Akhtari Dreams of the Spectral Light of Eternity | Steffen Horstmann

    As she sings the taffeta clouds brighten with stardust, luminescent forever–With the lights of Lucknow pulsing in the sky’s mirror, opalescent forever. She can see through…

  • Ellora | Steffen Horstmann

    Kabir saw ashes pulse with light and whirl like snow in the caves,Through smoke where Shiva’s aura gleamed like a rainbow in the caves.Mirabai wrote…

  • Like florid ink | Steffen Horstmann

    Like florid ink, a rainbow’s melting colors glow through the clouds–Where the ocean’s mirror reflects Shiva’s shadow through the clouds.The light of dusk becomes a…

  • Macrame | Aaliyah Bindra

    I picked up a thread and sewed a web of liesintricately entangledYet I saw, on the surface of yellow lightThey seemed as though, golden spanglesStrewn…

  • Why fear Death | | Saranyan Bv

    Why fear Death -The eye mask, unknown routine, Veiled mystery inside the dark of coffinness, Ugly untruth behind the truth.Why fear Death -We believe in…

  • Oh Summer! Go away before I am gone! | Saranyan Bv

    This summer has been too long, yes, too long.It gets warmer as days pass by like the warmth of urine spreading across freshly -pissed on…

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