Primal Fear

Like previous evenings, that evening too Subrat and his cousin repeated the ritual of one last chat under the electricity pole that stood a few feet into the mouth of the concrete road which…

Nick Of Time

"Blame it on the pale blue aerogramme," Subrat said as he readied to board the Aeroflot flight to London at Calcutta. He was not alone. With him were his wife and 3-year old daughter. The…