Oonga Recasts the Myth of Rama in a Fearless Adivasi Prince
‘If Human Lives are the Price we’re Paying for ‘Development’, It May Not Be Worth It’: Devashish Makhija “What rights do these trees have, if the ci
Fiction
A Forgotten Love Story of Indian Train Travel
A few years ago, my husband and I decided to take our two children on the train to NYC. We always drove but I wanted our children to experience train travel; th
Flight of the Sparrow
It’s Spring. The birds perch on the bird feeder and peck at the grains playfully, making chirping sounds. They remind me of ma, my mother. A woman of small st
Hop-On, Hop-Off
I saw the man for the first time in Budapest on the Széchenyi Bridge. The chain bridge connected the western and eastern parts of what was once two cities, Bud
The Boy and the Wing Commander
Pathankot, India. The boy put down his Commando comic and scrambled up the stairs of the farmhouse as fast as his six year old legs would take him. He opened th
The Peacock Keys
They hung in a noisy jangle a few inches to the left of Padma’s well padded belly button, tucked snugly into her sari’s waistband. Keys of iron and brass, j
The Tongawallah’s Wife
The doctor stepped off from the tonga (horse-carriage) at Jalalpur Jattan Railway station, in Pakistan, the horse whinnying as he did so. “We will meet again
The Red Dress
You are completely crazy. In the past you have called yourself fat, stupid, lazy, and clumsy—all of which you are, to some extent or the other, but not crazy.
Garden of People
“Daddy, is native a bad word?” I say softly, half hoping the urge to ask would go away. My father leans his tall frame over the balustrade. He is inspecting
Filigree from Gold and Silver
SWIMMER AMONG THE STARS by Kanishk Tharoor. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2017. 239 pages. Kanishk Tharoor is both a nomadic writer and a city-dweller. Curre
Exaptation
He waits on the corner of Mission and 21st. Their third date. He wears a black shirt, blousy around his paunch. He mentioned in a text that he had ten pounds to
