‘Who can free a captive bird mourning in his cage?You must bring your own Freedom, O, Gardner.’ Ghulam Ahmad Mehjoor “I’ll...
short story
The scorching heat of the afternoon followed by the sudden downpour had made it difficult for the people to fly...
Photo by Aa Dil on Pexels.com Karachi 2004: Playing at an agonizing volume, our neighbour’s music-system jarred me from my...
Meera I have to dress myself in red today. Sorry Somesh, for being unfaithful to you. I could have fought...
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,...
“Is this how you want it?” Sameera says. The pain is clear in her eyes, words and face. “If he...
She stares idly into the distance, an empty ceramic tumbler in front of her. “The beach there is different...in my...
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