“The shape and size of your hands tells you what sort of person you are,” said the old lady seated on the lower berth in the train, wrapped in black and blue looking ominous and like a rounded cozy hen. … [Read the rest...] “The Hands of a Killer | Nirupama Akella”
Short Story Writers
Geeta had cultivated a strange habit that befuddled her friends. As was wont of her posse, she frequently indulged in lengthy monologues fraught with much feeling and little matter, but this was not strange. In midst of such emotional expostulations, … [Read the rest...] “Catoptromancy | Shefali Shah Choksi”
My dreary existence speaks for itself. As the night drops in on us to take us to fitful sleep, I lie awake, dreading tomorrow, with its infinitely long seconds; I don’t know what to do with the time I’ve been … [Read the rest...] “The Boy With No Face | Bhanuraj Kashyap”
[This story is completely a work of fiction.]
It is a June evening and Sun is setting down. The Goldenyellow sky above is getting murkier and the air is moist and humid. Kashmir is in full bloom and everything in … [Read the rest...] “The 127th grave! by Sheikh Saaliq”
Only a handful of people attended the funeral though the dead person belonged to the same village and known to everybody there.
He did not know anyone. He had expected at least a few familiar faces. There was none.
A voice called from behind just as he was walking out of the refugee camp. Brajamohan Muktiar turned round to see who it was and found himself eying up Kanai – Kanailal Das. Hands folded, eyes tear-misted, Kanai … [Read the rest...] “Lord of the Land by Dils Lakshmindra Sinha”
The news of a huge catch of ‘Sol’ fish in the pond popularly known as ‘Singi Pukhuri’ had gone the round of the village. Many of the villagers had reportedly caught quite a sizable number of it simply by angling.… [Read the rest...] “The Bait | Mahim Bora (trans. by Lalit Saikia)”
With huge collections of coal heaped around and the eroded bank of the Brahamputra laid bare, the greeny waves of the newly grown grassy weeds on river—silted sandy bosom vibrated to the last … [Read the rest...] “Kathanibarighat : Mahim Bora (Translated by Lalit Saikia)”