Fiction & Poetry

Ever since the two baddies walked into our after-school hours-life a year or so ago, each humdrum school day was transformed. Late afternoons in the school playground were splashed with...

Bou’s saree is pure magic. Have you not seen this magic? From a box emerge a kaleidoscope of butterflies, kites with tails, balloons, fingers cut fresh from the palm, shards...

The commotion on the main arterial road that cuts the town of Baripada in two made us boys suspend our game in the empty patch of grassy field below. An...

Will you miss me when I am gone? The soft curve of my wrinkled cheek, My fragrance at dawn? Will you recall all the moments Of our family, Travel, laughter...

Time: The Taliban have taken over power in Afghanistan. Upstairs in heaven, God is confused over the strict and often violent means espoused by the outfit to reach Him. Scene:...

Master Shakespeare said one was liable for one’s actions, not thoughts. What about intents, you might ask? For don’t they resemble actions in being fixated on a target? But the...

Its cloudy Maybe the rains will come. Time stands still as I recall the furrows upon your forehead. Suddenly you smile - and the wind whistles through pine trees, as...

On a pleasant October morning in 1996 Subrat alighted from a bus on to the famous cobblestones of Oxford’s Gloucester Green bus station.  He had come for a three-month stint...

Resting on your skin, Mellowed, burnished and glossy Crafted in fainted blue,  A tattoo in Spanish Mariana Mario.   Weary eyes and doleful gaze,  A trace of a smile on...

The tide comes to wipe the fishy smell and stale footprints off the sands on shore. Come, kids ! And see without touch the architecture of tiny crabs woven on...