I When Deborah died, she left her five precious possessions with me. Four cats and a boxful of prayer beads...
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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...
“Elephant!” Gautam shrieked, raising his voice by a few decibels, stretching his seven-year vocal cords to the maximum they could...
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...
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