Yogyakarta, Indonesia The warung was in the southern side of Yogyakarta, where the city met the southbound highway, far from...
Short Stories
Stories
Life is something you understand only the moment before you die. Partha said that to me once, after the clouds...
Face tense, hands frantic, Mariam tried to cleanse her flesh and her soul by scrubbing at the warm stickiness contaminating...
Cast a cold eye On life, on death Horseman, pass by -- W. B Yeats 1. The morning was...
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...
Somewhere deep inside inland India, a group of women wearing bright orange, yellow and red coloured sarees gossiped under an...
