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“Mole! Do you want us to come to get you from the bus stop? ” “No, Amma. I will walk home.”
The walk home felt like the placid prelude to an incessant storm. She evaluated the importance of the walk … [Read the rest...] “Faculty To Tears | Haritha T Chandran”
December 2013.
The house reminded one of an illustrated Grimm’s fairy book scene – greens and gardens on all sides – exotic floras of our Gangetic heartland, all trimmed to perfection; yet there were a few places where it seemed … [Read the rest...] “Subarnarekha | Sounak Krishna Biswas”
In the dim light glimmering from an oil lamp, Mother saw an unusual sight — a pout and a frown on Fatima’s angelic face. Mother was unable to digest the rarity of the event — Fatima was behaving irascibly, and that too for a new frock? She never behaved this way, what has happened to my little girl, Mother wondered in suppressed anguish. Adding to her surprise worry here was the strange insistence of her girl on not providing any convincing reason for so extravagant an expense. Why, forget convincing, Fatima insisted that she need not provide any reason at all, and that she wanted a new frock for the upcoming wedding reception simply because she wanted it. [Read the rest...] “Fatima’s Frock | Sharjeel”
Malli. She wiggled her toe as her brick red slipper hung from her flat foot. It cost her fifty rupees at the weekly market and her friends had bet thirty rupees over it tearing in five days. Day four … [Read the rest...] “Jaathimalli | Divya Karthikeyan”
Crossword Bookstore Kohima, 24th December 2014. 4:33PM
My love story with Farhan grew stronger only after he was shot dead.
And this is exactly the place where we met for the first time. Farhan was flipping through the pages of … [Read the rest...] “Forever and a day | Rajarshi Motilal”
The room was silent and dark accept for the pale light of a lone candle. All the windows were shut accept for a tiny crack in the side window, through which no breeze penetrated the atmosphere of the room. They … [Read the rest...] “A Harmless Game | Nirupama Akella”
