Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Victor’s mother’s words hummed in his ears like the air pressure in the cochlear duct while landing. It hurt deep in an unbearably painful but strangely, pleasant way. The vigorous ear-digging seemed to help, at least ephemerally. With time however, the pain subsided…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology “Father, should I help you in turning you over to your left side?” enquired the young woman. “You’ll be more comfortable that way. At least for sometime. You’ve been lying on your back…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The first faint streaks of dawn had just burst through the clouds when Parul got up, tucked the end of her pallu in at her waist, twisted her hair into a knot and…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Of the four men standing around Maulana Abu al-Sa’id’s body, one resembled a statue. He heard not a word of what the other three were talking among themselves. All he was doing was…
Read part one, part two and part three here Eventually I had a falling out with this editor. The royalty was too little and there was no advance. He even offered to make a onetime payment in return for all future rights. Well, I am not ready to…
Read part one and part two here But I was still not giving up. I had done a lot of research (close to two years I think… thanks to the internet) before I had decided to write my book so all those rejections did not…
Don’t wear a dupatta today Don’t today Wear a dupatta Walk in broad day light stark naked sunlight They will undress you Undress you with their eyes They will Misbehave Behave yourself Clock moves around the same numbers You only read it differently…
The corpses of those Who die from drowning Stink like hell. The corpses Of cancer-patients Ooze hazardous wastes. Burning dead bodies Comes easily enough To the professional cremator For whom sorting out Fragments of bones from ashes Is easier than feeding pigeons As a…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Ramla and Onir were in the underground book market of Chandani Bazaar. Chandani Bazaar was called so because it bore an obvious resemblance to Dilli’s Chandani Chowk. But this Bazaar, unlike Chandani Chowk was…
What is it about a train journey in India I fail to understand, but every time I have been on a train, I’ve made friends. And the nature of the friendship has been such that it lasted for only as long as the journey lasted,…
Contd. from earlier post What did I write last time? This is the dilemma that I often have to go through when I pen down another post in continuation with the previous one. I already have enough work writing for two websites and am also…
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