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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,…
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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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Devi’s Quest for Immortality | Tom Thomas Koshy
It’s a very common thing that during the beautiful Theyyam dance, the Hindu ritual, the performer himself converted into a deity after discarding their original identity. However, this time a huge mass of dark, irritating clouds formed around Devi’s eyes when she came to know that the dancing God grasped her presence among the large…
by: Tom Thomas Koshy
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