A poignant short story by Priya N. Iyer talks about the loss of a parent and witnessing the other parent...
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This short story by Subhravanu Das follows the travails of a sanitation worker as he navigates through the nascent rigidities...
The pupils of their eyes fell into the visions of the past, and pictures emerged from the depth of a...
The short story follows the reaction of a quintessential, Indian neighborhood to a killing, brought to you through the eyes...
Drab. Dreary. Soulless. The Western Express Highway. Greyer than the monsoon sky. Why is it named ‘highway’? There’s nothing high...
“The reason why you are afraid of me,” he said, pointing his left hand which held a gravy-stained spoon, “is...
Zenana1 Deorhi was a honeycomb with many queen bees. From outside the complex jalis, the zenana looked like a quiet...
I vividly remember my dream from that night. I was running away with a boy from our colony and hiding...
It started on a rainy Friday. The day when Razia got caught up in the office and missed her six-thirty...
At exactly 3.30 pm, like a precision clock, Murugan walked in wearing his usual Khaki colored clothes. Murugan is in his...
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