The elders had been convinced by a series of mysterious deaths in the village that showering was a fatal affair. “We’ve lost twenty odd...

Sweat running down her spine, Burning away her life, standing in front of the stove, Stomach cut into two, butchered for two, I look in...

A didactic enumeration by seventeenth-century British Poet Laureate John Dryden, “Great wits are sure to madness near allied and thin...

"Gill Valentine’s research on adult versus youth spaces found that girls paradoxically identify public spaces, such as city streets, as...

In the early hours of a Sunday, On the backlane of a small town, a patch of bougainvilleas arrive into full bloom on a strange brick...

Why A Farewell to Gabo and Mercedes Feels so Personal I As children we see our parents as immortals. But while growing up, there comes a...

I.Heteronyms I’ve followed my shadow for as long as the two of us can remember. Once a month, she takes the lead by example for a few...

this time, it’ll be different he is different his family doesn’t slit pigeons for kali puja they free the birds who do they think...

the tips of our wings / felt softer / than our hands ever could / ahead of us / the lake lay / like glass / lay like morning / pale and...

Sitting in the balcony he reminisced, The unique flavour each bite he had When his mother made him eat With her own hands. But now...