Issue B6

At the Cafés of Your Memory

Faiz, what befell the fellow travelers of late last night?Where did the morning breeze halt?Where…

//a mug hung around their necks like the curse of Ashwaththama//

An overturned anda-bhurji cart of a hawker during a riot.She who had borrowed money to…

The Birth

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