‘Who can free a captive bird mourning in his cage?You must bring your own Freedom, O, Gardner.’ Ghulam Ahmad Mehjoor “I’ll...
Short Stories
Stories
Vultures or the army, who were the worse predators? They came in huge numbers when the Myanmar Government ordered the...
Meera I have to dress myself in red today. Sorry Somesh, for being unfaithful to you. I could have fought...
The thought of home is imbued with bliss and pain, comfort and guilt. In all its manifestations— whether it makes...
No one can claim the name of Pedronobody is Rosa or Mariaall of us are dust or sandall of us...
Chennai, July 2020 Our eyes met. His shifted away. I forced him to look at me, and my persistence won....
The final act of Rajkumar’s life opened to neither cheers nor applause. He looked down at the gentle, placid Rapti...
I am waiting for my father. I glance at the clock. It is not yet time, and he never delays,...
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com We play often in public, my husband and I, as we walk through shopping malls,...
“Is this how you want it?” Sameera says. The pain is clear in her eyes, words and face. “If he...
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