Fiction & Poetry

Sunday Poem: Lip Rouse

The hill never thought  It will happen. On a knoll, deserted and desolate,  There will ever be mist and fog.…

September 26, 2021

The Good Fight

Ever since the two baddies walked into our after-school hours-life a year or so ago, each humdrum school day was…

September 20, 2021

Sunday Poem: Bou’s Saree

Bou’s saree is pure magic. Have you not seen this magic? From a box emerge a kaleidoscope of butterflies, kites…

September 19, 2021

Hare And Hound

The commotion on the main arterial road that cuts the town of Baripada in two made us boys suspend our…

September 13, 2021

Sunday Poem: Lost Sunsets

Will you miss me when I am gone? The soft curve of my wrinkled cheek, My fragrance at dawn? Will…

September 12, 2021

God’s Identity Crisis

Time: The Taliban have taken over power in Afghanistan. Upstairs in heaven, God is confused over the strict and often…

September 12, 2021

Nightmare On Park Street

Master Shakespeare said one was liable for one’s actions, not thoughts. What about intents, you might ask? For don’t they…

September 6, 2021

Sunday Poem: Peace On Earth

Its cloudy Maybe the rains will come. Time stands still as I recall the furrows upon your forehead. Suddenly you…

September 5, 2021

Down In Oxford

On a pleasant October morning in 1996 Subrat alighted from a bus on to the famous cobblestones of Oxford’s Gloucester…

August 30, 2021

Sunday Poem: Tattoo

Resting on your skin, Mellowed, burnished and glossy Crafted in fainted blue,  A tattoo in Spanish Mariana Mario.   Weary…

August 29, 2021