Fiction
(A reimagining of a day in the life of Vincent van Gogh) * My dear…
Bindu Didimoni, as everyone called her in our small town, had spent her life punishing…
Girl came to me in a dream and a ugly mark on her chest made…
I watched Murenga sleep wearing a slight frown on his face, both hands tightly gripping…
It came down to a slip of paper, an official form: A-354. If André had…
The story was first published in UpRightDown; also anthologized in Best of the Web 2009,…
While a smooth curving flyover on the national highway cleanly bypassed the town of Moradabad,…
I was the first woman in his life, she, the most recent. Apart from him,…
It didn’t occur to me till much later that Joe had stopped coming to the…
You are secretly in love with your cousin. Every vacation, in your grandmother’s house, you…