Fiction

Found and Lost in Nationalism!

The protagonist of this story is Mr. ABC i.e. Abdul Bari Choudhury. He has been…

Still in the Cold… and Wet

Tuesday was a typical London day, which is to say, gray and wet. Fairchild Fortesque…

Lefting

When S first walked into the room, I took her for a woman around the…

Roseburn Sleeps At Night

If you’re wondering who we are, let me unravel the mystery. We are the untethered…

Joan of Mazgaon

Every morning Joan and Gilly wake up before their children do, set the house and…

The Birth

It was February when we wheeled my sister into the hospital, her eyes shut close…

A Crow Named Black

Aww! Sweet! That’s my boy. Kill. Kill. Kill…No, no, no… it’s pecking his eyes out……

City Life

Visualise: A bus. Of white colour, with two sky-blue stripes just below the roof and…

The Girl Who Kissed Shah Rukh Khan

Chances are you’ve seen my girlfriend. In that tangerine spaghetti strapped shirt. Her hand cupping…

Canned Life

We stood in front of the digital display, staring at the screen space beside the…