Thursday, December 9, 2021

Fiction

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.

Fruit Punch

I should have asked her months ago. But I have been preoccupied with my family’s concerns. How will you protect your wife in that unknown place? What will you do if someone harms her? You have no experience in travel. You don’t even know Hindi. How will you get things done? Why can’t you go someplace nearby, like Munnar? But I had promised Agneta, and I couldn’t break it.

The Scavenger’s Song

An endless highway. A lone man, Ikbir Kaur, hesitantly walks along the dusty pavement aided by a mystical tinge of twilight. The jingling coins in...

The Little Girl With A Little Thesaurus

It was spring - Anisha’s favourite season. She went to the lawn of her house with a little thesaurus in her hand. She loved learning antonyms. Somehow, the ten-year-old girl was fascinated that everything in this world had its own opposite. Obedience and rebellion. Submissive and assertive. Conformity and non-conformity. Words were relational, she realised at an early age. Male had meaning only because of the existence of its opposite- female. Good was significant because of the presence of evil.

The School Function

I was invited to the annual function of our school as the chief guest. After my novel’s overwhelming response, calls and heartfelt wishes poured...

Aana Bharathi

Each day Radhika tried the plum skin under Bharathi’s neck. The fresh skin, underexposed and unscathed like the underbelly of amphibian body, tingled under her touch. She...

Fata Morgana

“Exquisite ghost,” says the martyr, the witness, “it is night.” "Where could we be, can you tell?" Vayu is the one who asks, breaking the silence, sweat trickling...

A Wretchedly Beautiful Morning – Angel Maria Varghese

Amma’s lilies were in full bloom. You could see a rainbow in the puddles on the terrace, and my otherwise unruly, husk-like hair was...

The wait – Rana Preet Gill, Punjab

The soft hum of the aeroplane was enough to bring her out of the house, with her chore at hand tagging along, the knitting...

The Not So Bearable Lightness of Life! – Saurav Ranjan Datta, Kolkata

The old timepiece struck eight right at the moment when Arpita was just about to yank her mouth for a long drawn yawn. She...

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