Face tense, hands frantic, Mariam tried to cleanse her flesh and her soul by scrubbing at the warm stickiness contaminating...
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In this short story, Smitha Murthy explores the fragile and tenuous relationship that develops between a lonely woman and the...
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I have a habit of staring at horizontal lines. Railway tracks always fascinate me. These...
“Nothing lasts longAnd you want to say to each momentStay, stay, stay!” On lonely nights, even the hum of a...
Photo by asim alnamat on Pexels.com The rain had been beating on the glass window for hours now, but that...
Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com I look at the TV screen in the hospital waiting room. The headlines spell...
It was a quiet locality, the one we lived in. Rows of houses looking exactly like one another were lined...
Somewhere deep inside inland India, a group of women wearing bright orange, yellow and red coloured sarees gossiped under an...
‘Who can free a captive bird mourning in his cage?You must bring your own Freedom, O, Gardner.’ Ghulam Ahmad Mehjoor “I’ll...
The scorching heat of the afternoon followed by the sudden downpour had made it difficult for the people to fly...
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