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…
A thousand stars A lone moon A lonely boy And I, a night-sky. A thousand promises A love song A paper lover And I, a perpetual dreamer. A thousand voyages A waning solace A passing sailor And I,…
“Who am I?” She nudges and nobbles, “A mere spectator? A non-reformer? But so are you!” She sneers in obstinacy Dares to challenge! “My dwelling bound by wood and glass. Margins defined – space confined. I have done no good…
Give me a winter wrapped in pleasing fragility of intense cold, Of unequivocal bliss of dancing snowflakes, Melting into the flashing sunlight. Give me a winter filled with chuckles of mischievous children, Of outrageous snowball fights, red cheeks and…
Your dreams and my eyes, Your hopes and my smile, My wishes and your twinkle, My desires and your lips, Between yours and mine Lies the thing called love. He said, “I’m in love with you” I smiled in…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology A frisson of fear shot through me as the footsteps continued to draw nearer. I prayed a silent prayer. The door suddenly swung open and two tall figures…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Aparna looked at her Mother exasperatedly. “ Amma, please be reasonable , I don’t want to get married again, I am happy on my own and I am…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology The months of drought had finally broken, the belting tropical rain bringing with it the pleasing scent of rich earth and fresh water fused with a trace of…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Meredith stands a few feet from the edge, as close as she dares. Far below there are trees, so tightly packed that they look black. She kicks a…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Mahatma Gandhi Road, a drab thoroughfare liberally laden with potholes and open-mouthed drains and housing a line of trees tumescent in the middle along its sides, trotted down…
Short story selected for the 2013 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology “You look very handsome!” she said with a naughty smile and aimed her Nikon at me. I smiled, somewhat flustered and adjusted my scarf. She clicked. We were…