This short story by Subhravanu Das follows the travails of a sanitation worker as he navigates through the nascent rigidities...
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The short story follows the reaction of a quintessential, Indian neighborhood to a killing, brought to you through the eyes...
Drab. Dreary. Soulless. The Western Express Highway. Greyer than the monsoon sky. Why is it named ‘highway’? There’s nothing high...
“The reason why you are afraid of me,” he said, pointing his left hand which held a gravy-stained spoon, “is...
Zenana1 Deorhi was a honeycomb with many queen bees. From outside the complex jalis, the zenana looked like a quiet...
I vividly remember my dream from that night. I was running away with a boy from our colony and hiding...
At exactly 3.30 pm, like a precision clock, Murugan walked in wearing his usual Khaki colored clothes. Murugan is in his...
“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...
Yogyakarta, Indonesia The warung was in the southern side of Yogyakarta, where the city met the southbound highway, far from...
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