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Short Story

The Mangalore Passenger

Feb 11th, 2012 | Category: Short Story

The narrator relates an experience aboard a train.



The Silken Chain

Feb 4th, 2012 | Category: Short Story

The narrator finally returned to Tejo. How would he find her?



Between Friends

Jan 21st, 2012 | Category: Short Story

By Irene Dhar Malik
Her friends thought Sharmishtha had the perfect life… or did she?
THE Borivili-bound fast local was speeding past stations and I stood in the comer I had been pushed to, and thereby allotted, when I had boarded the train at Mumbai Central. As usual, I was peeping across shoulders trying to read […]



The Fir Tree

Dec 31st, 2011 | Category: Short Story

This Hans Christian Anderson Christmas time classic is a lesson in appreciating what you have.



Mists of Time

Dec 10th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

Love conquers the hatred and mistrust of a son towards his father’s mistress.



The Bite

Nov 26th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

By Sheela Jaywant
MATHUR-ABAI CROSSED my dispensary daily at lunchtime, sweltering under a thick cotton scarf wrapped around her skull and neck. Her nylon sari-padar stuck out behind her like a tail beneath a sleeveless sweater of the some rough material. The vermillion kunku that smeared her forehead melted and trickled with the sweat down a […]



A liftman; a job well done

Nov 12th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

By Sheela Jaywant
Even as a liftman, Rampal had an opportunity to save a life.
THE MEMORY of army life seemed like it was someone else’s. He couldn’t believe he’d lived with a sten beside him for fourteen years, day and night, in tents, on mountain peaks, in trucks, fields, everywhere, every moment. Amongst men, only […]



A liftman; a job well done

Nov 5th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

By Sheela Jaywant
Rampal, the liftman, reminisced about his days in the army.
BETWEEN THE fourth and fifth storeys, he was alone in the lift. Just as the door closed, he placed his cap on the stool, aimed his palms to the floor, flipped his body over them into a handstand; his eyes watched the red […]



The dawn and the dusk

Oct 29th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

By Dhoomketu
Two souls melting in the darkness of the night. One lame and another blind.
Come December, and Mithila’s afternoons are mild, wonderfully languorous and soporific. Anhara hadn’t eaten all day. After the Janaki Express left, he moved to the western edge of the platform and sat down under the peepal tree there. Groping in […]



Kazi da kot

Oct 22nd, 2011 | Category: Short Story

Gulam Sarwar set his eyes on the woman he yearned, but it wouldn’t be easy to claim her.