I know. I use Cooling Pods more than allowed. Cause of him I need to cool. I’m within its pistachio...
short story
Translated from Gujarati by Hemang Desai “You will have known almost every knowledgeable thing about the charms and the temptations...
Bhalla sahab was a dapper little man, always in immaculate suits and peering intensely through his fashionable gold rimmed spectacles....
Karthi was in love. Whether it was right for him to be in love, being only eight years old, was...
The curly white shavings fell in clumps onto the metal plate with each aggressive scraping. Slender hands grasped the coconut...
I look around and find myself in a big room with white walls and a red sparkling floor. I love...
The sun was a ball of fire shooting white-hot needles over the limitless stretches of Jornada Del Muerto. The dead man's...
‘I believed, like everyone else, that the stories about wild creatures, particularly about Rantas and Wan-Mohneu, were only myths, created...
Dearest Pyari Amma, As salaam alaikum. I hope this letter finds both you and Baba Jan in the best of...
If you ever asked Ruchita and Sharath what they had in common, you would find none of the usual suspects...
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