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Pariah | Dr. Vijo Poulose
Monday night- Emirates Hills, Dubai “Clintu, is that you?” The voice was a mere whisper, lost beneath the rapid panting as his sister struggling to breathe. Incredibly, the first thought that crossed…
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The Immigrant Catfish | Rehanul Hoque
(1) It was a lake- clear, serene and old as earth. Although people tend to create bazaars in the middle of nowhere under the guise of parks and tourist spots, thank God, that the lake was free from the din and bustle of everyday life. It was so calm and quite that the soft plop…
by: Rehanul Hoque
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Prerna | Vineet Deshpande
Chapter 1 On one hob, milk boiled; on another, onions sautéed. Her lifesaver, the pressure cooker, was cooking rice and dal. Prerna focused on the sautéing but kept one eye on the milk. Meanwhile, her mind raced through all the items on her to-do list. She still had to prepare lunch. The late afternoon rain…
by: Vineet Deshpande
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The Fake Astrologer | Rathindra Nath Bhattacharjee
Not so long ago, I had to go to Trongsa High School for invigilation. On reaching my destination, I was directed to one of the less used staff quarters away from the administrative building for my stay during the Board Examinations. I found out, on my arrival at the quarter, that the other occupant was…
by: Rathindra Nath Bhattacharjee
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Far So Far | Georgia Amane
After a middle-aged man who oversaw the class entered his classroom, a student on duty shouted an order. Then, all classmates stood up and bowed to him. ‘Today, I’ll teach you about Japanese ancient history,’ He said. He opened his textbook and groped for some chalk, although he didn’t touch any chalk. He continued to…
by: Georgia Amane
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Bottom of the Hell-Hole | Paromita Goswami
This is a place that never sees the sun, perpetually covered in a thick, grainy, grey darkness. You are forced to turn on the headlights of your car even in the middle of the day. You will feel an eerie sense of displacement, a fear that the grey will get into your mouth, nose and…
by: Paromita Goswami
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The Winged Crusader| Ramanujam Parthasarathy
‘Siraj, let’s begin with your teaching.’ I said. ‘Start the ball rolling.’ As Siraj stood up, he wrinkled his nose and twisted his mouth. I thought the effort was to produce a smile, but the result was an unintended grimace. A short portly man with a bulbous nose and a big salt-and-pepper moustache, he wore…
by: Ramanujam Parthasarathy
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