Slice by Rochelle Potkar

It was during a school break one afternoon, in grade seven when the thing between my sister, Janet and me first took shape. I was revising a history lesson, ‘The Siege of Leningrad. September 1941.1944. Germans bombarding their target city by planes and artillery...’ when a clatter sounded off the far floor. I tiptoed to … Continue reading Slice by Rochelle Potkar

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A Very Uncomfortable Place by Varsha Tiwary

6.30 am. Cup of coffee in hand, I try to assemble my thoughts to write something, anything. Morning practice, I’ve heard, will turn my scribbles into a novel. Weave luminous sub-text into my laboured self-conscious prose. I look up from the meagre black letters on my word doc to see my 83 year-old father coming down … Continue reading A Very Uncomfortable Place by Varsha Tiwary

Yellow blossoms and Ulysses by Priya Narayanan

Bunches of yellow blossoms hang overhead like delicate chandeliers. I can almost hear the clinking of the crystals as they sway to the tunes of the gentle summer breeze. But death lurks in the shadows that dance on the parched earth below. And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying . . … Continue reading Yellow blossoms and Ulysses by Priya Narayanan

Corpse Pose by Jyothi Vinod

You’d expect a famed yoga instructor’s wife to be proficient with the asanas. I’m not. I’ve only improvised and perfected Shavasana—the Corpse Pose, for the past five years. I can lie down for hours, send every organ into repose, and set my mind free. More often, I use the treacherous map of the past to … Continue reading Corpse Pose by Jyothi Vinod

The Summer Dream by Poornima Laxmeshwar

The ice cream vendor screamed his lungs out, "haal ice...haal ice." A combination of milk and ice, it cost 50 paisa each, the most expensive of all the goodies the vendor had to offer us. The children emerged like rats from all corners of the chawl having anxiously anticipated his arrival. They had pestered the … Continue reading The Summer Dream by Poornima Laxmeshwar

The Wedding Guest of Always by Ajay Patri

Hari collected wedding invitations. It was a private collection. But the world got wind of it after an old neighbour walked into his knee-deep collection. She had arrived at Hari’s doorstep for sugar and was invited in by the absent-minded Hari. She promptly told her son about what she had seen after returning home. The … Continue reading The Wedding Guest of Always by Ajay Patri

No Tears Lost by Natasha Gayari

It had been raining until today. Had this been another day, you’d have noticed the crowd, the traffic, the sinking sun and lack of rain. The narrow winding street is taking you both to the cafe where you had ordered protein smoothies after a few games of badminton, two weekends ago.  He is his usual … Continue reading No Tears Lost by Natasha Gayari