By Somudra Banerjee Sand and sky were white. Another dry day. Eyes scoured the bowl above, seeking a wrinkle. July and...
Speaking Tiger
By Aminah Sheikh Let’s get down to brass tacks. Why do you write? First of all, it is because I...
Shodancho was meditating, buried in the hot sand with only his head poking out, when one of his men approached...
By Aminah Sheikh It is early winter, but the October heat in Ambala Cantt is making me visibly drowsy. “Do...
With brutal honesty and poetic urgency, Ananda Devi relates the tale of four young Mauritians trapped in their country’s endless...
THE FIRST The soldiers arrived in a pickup. There were five of them; they jumped from the back and entered...
By Somudra Banerjee At the age of 18, author Jaina Sanga left her home in Bombay (Mumbai) to study in...
By Aminah Sheikh Let’s get down to brass tacks. Why do you write? I write because it’s the one thing...
Atim had not thought of herself as a Naga. She knew she was a Tangkhul and she also knew that...
By Aminah Sheikh Let’s get down to brass tacks. Why do you write? I write to try to make sense of the...
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