Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Everyone called me Angoori and the name has stuck; I never questioned its origin. I can still remember the day when my life changed completely. My uncle Rajgopal…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Anshu sat on the footpath and cried. Back then, it seemed like a good idea. Soon, people at the streets looked at her and pointed her out to…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology She was labelled a bitch. Of course, after two divorces, both initiated by her, she was viewed with suspicion. There is nothing more annoying than being a lowly…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology I’m Roshan. After my third break-up, I was bitter and alone. As a working professional, I didn’t have much time to invest in clubs, discos or other places…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Arunima opened her eyes forcibly and looked at the grandpa clock on the wall. It showed quarter past ten on a bright Sunday morning in the month of…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Bhaity da had curls that came down to his shoulders and a slender waist that gave the girls a fever. His complexion was flawless; he took great care…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Sitting in his SUV, at the open air parking lot entry, he patiently gestured for her to drive forward. “You smug bastard, you don’t tell me what to…
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…
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…
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…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The mighty sun was rising on the city. The birds had taken flight on a new day. The city was abuzz with early morning activities; milk and newspaper…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology He stood atop the lonely mountain amidst the snow and howling wind. Cold as ice, the emptiness in him made him feel so shallow that he could not…