Bhalla sahab was a dapper little man, always in immaculate suits and peering intensely through his fashionable gold rimmed spectacles....
short story
Monik despised procrastination, that sneaky little pilferer of time and opportunity. Besides, she liked a project. Her love of projects...
Karthi was in love. Whether it was right for him to be in love, being only eight years old, was...
He was not a zombie. Nor was he a ghoul, mummy, wraith, ambulatory skeleton or operatic phantom. He wasn’t even...
Starting this week, Kitaab will bring to you excerpts from Kitaab's The Best Asian Short Stories 2018 and Best Speculative Fiction anthologies. Click...
The curly white shavings fell in clumps onto the metal plate with each aggressive scraping. Slender hands grasped the coconut...
‘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...
The old city rises out of the mist on the Buriganga River on a cold wintry morning. Slowly, it gropes...
You must be logged in to post a comment.