story
A Dead River is All I Want
You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?
FICTION / The graveyard in the desert of void
The voices–the wails that had called me here–were emanating from these very graves.
Facing the nightmare of darkness
Lighting struck everywhere. Amidst the enchanted woods, the howls of wolves echoed with a joyous "Awoo!".
FICTION / Interim
That was the first time in my life I’d smelled charred meat. I could tell it was different from the kind you’re supposed to eat, and my mother had to hold me as I threw up violently on the side of the street.
CREATIVE NONFICTION / Vinayeki
Oh that angelic call, yet I cannot respond. I cannot open my mouth in fear of the burning pain overpowering my senses.
Fiction / Miles away
Back at home, food used to narrate stories. Here, food does not travel far to the nooks and crannies of Velutha’s heart; it only reaches his stomach well enough to leave him looking healthy and strong.
Fiction / It’s a Love Story, baby just say yes
Sameer’s mother looked at her husband before quickly stepping in and attempting to defuse the situation. “You know it’s just a heritage thing. We’re not really Biharis".
Fable Factory / Storytellers
“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”
Fable Factory / Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.
Delirium
The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
Vespertine
The blue never ended here. The lights did not go out either.
The Bee and the Crow
Hide yourself in my feathers, and I’m sure we can look for them together…
The Last Man in the Janaza
“You’re 20 minutes late, there’s no way I’m letting you in,” Dr Faisal said in a cold voice with a smirk on the corner of his face. His smirk is one coated with joy and glory.
Afternoons at the Bijoy Sarani signal
“I wonder what she’ll wear tomorrow,” he mumbled as his eyes drooped shut.
The Plainsburn Residence
The Plainsburn Residence had sat at the edge of a huge forest for generations, acting as its steward and protector.
Waiting Room
“This is why I tell you never to go out alone.”
An Exotic Encounter
The dark wintry night was descending. The unusual tranquillity was reigning everywhere.
A fairytale ending
Football, bloody hell! Like the chapters of a book, slowly unfolding towards the eventual climax, this edition of the World Cup has been nothing short of breathtaking. From gorgeous goals to late drama, with a few major upsets sprinkled throughout, this year’s World Cup has probably been the most spectacular iteration of football’s greatest tournament.
A Dream Away
"Let me tell you a story."
