Monthly Archives: November, 2018

Maroa – Abu Siddik, West Bengal

In one late afternoon in April two men, one young and the other old, were angling in a shallow pond. They sat on haunches,...

A thief’s confession – Vivek Nath Mishra, Uttar Pradesh

I was at work, and in front of my seat there was a long queue, just like the approach and retreat of the sea...

Three flash tales – Alok Kumar Satpute, Raipur

Insecurity Miyaan (Bro), why are you collecting the chanda(donation) for a Hindu festival? Don’t you know that worship of statues is strictly prohibited in Islam? Bhaijaan (Dear brother)...

Simple Living – Preeth Ganapathy, Bangalore

Great bungalows of marble and mahogany, Carefully curated artifacts and chandeliers aplenty Soft comfortable beds and plush sofas And closets full of shoes and make up A variety...


The Forgotten Daughter of Port Adamaro

The story entails the political-historical period of the 1970s when the Dalit Panther movement was soon, to begin with, the influence of the Black Panther movement of the west. The following short story speaks of the relationship of two sisters under the premise of the revolution.


i have arrived at my altar. hark! i rise, i flourish, i pirouette on my one toe and float like a...

Stalking Prisons

The streets are empty with no one in sight, I check the big clock of the tower behind the basilic of Saint Francis of Assisi. It’s 2 o’clock on a mid-summer Tuesday afternoon. Everything’s shut. Everyone’s resting. My heart’s hitting the walls of its all so tight ribcage, as I need to cross the brightly lit square and go to the other side.

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Reviewing ‘Obsession and Wild Pigeon’ by Ismat Chughtai

My interest in Ismat Chughtai developed when I first...