Author: New Asian Writing

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‘The scent of Eucalyptus’ by Oishanee Ghosh

The Date 2

Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Aarti woke up to an unfamiliar, raucous singing from upstairs. Slightly irritated at having to forfeit her early morning succession of dreams, she got out of her blanket…

‘THE DUBLIN STUDIO PORTRAIT’ by Ram Govardhan

Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The garrulous, accomplished mariner that he was, Joe Farquhar seldom spoke after Fiona, his wife, passed away. His gift of gab disappeared, turned taciturn and, for over fifteen…

‘Carpe Diem’ by SW

We’ve all acquired some worthless education. A bit of this and a bit of that, And with constant effort some imitation, so can win that race against another rat. But well read and conned by rot will earn you a…

‘Ophelia’s Song’ by Sandhya Pai

“Nymph, in thy orisons Be my sins remembered!” Fair game was I naïve and nubile; hackneyed nothings pitter-pattered from your lips filling my being – summer showers on desert sands. A gull, a dull fool never was there to sense…

‘FOX’ by Sandhya Pai

This morning on the way home turning the bend hesitatingly, I saw a fox. To make sure I blinked my eyelids, you were not to be seen. This time you have disappeared faster than when I used to see you…

‘Finding Anant’ by Daya Bhat

The Date 2

Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Anu scanned the place to catch some known faces. There weren’t any. The coffee shop was bustling with youngsters lost in their own world. Colourful outfits, loud chatter…

“The Man In A Wheelchair.”

Do not pity us, Seated upon our wheelchairs, We are an asset and not a liability, Able to rise up, Leaping with joy and pouring in laughter,   We are not fragile, Nor are we sick in our minds, Take…

“The Power of Forgiveness’ by Lazola Pambo

It takes a man and a woman of courage, To ask for forgiveness, The heart lives in pain but the mind lives in denial, How exceptional indeed, When broken pieces are gathered once again Domestic violence Never shows any harmony…

‘Elegy’ by Prathap Kamath

The news of ends came mounting the whitest clouds; they showered each time I shivered a cool drizzle as soft as mother’s kiss that got warmer by the moment falling upon me.   Each loved one went silently down; bubbles…