At exactly 3.30 pm, like a precision clock, Murugan walked in wearing his usual Khaki colored clothes. Murugan is in his...
short story
“The Sparrow” She flew to a neem tree and settled on its tender branch. Immediately she began preening her tiny...
Dear Son, How is everything going in school? You might be under surveillance, my child Together with this letter, I...
I When Deborah died, she left her five precious possessions with me. Four cats and a boxful of prayer beads...
Life is something you understand only the moment before you die. Partha said that to me once, after the clouds...
In the summer of 1994, Ganeshan married Meher in court. Garlands made of a single string of jasmine hung around...
Piyali had long pictured herself to be draped in a blue benarasi silk on her wedding reception. Ever since she...
Ghazali craved to see his wife's calm face and his son's youthful gaze again before he was finally awake. The...
The faces, hair, and bodies in the humid metro train capsule are all a blur. But Arijit is here somewhere,...
Winter had worn off like an old sock, and an urgent, prickly summer under the garb of spring had creeped...
