Fiction

Ain’t No Brown In the British Crown

Ain’t No Brown In the British Crown

The original title of this review was intended to reflect hope.  I had already written the opening sentence of the review: “Be wary of dismissing the sweetness of one persimmon because a different one, albeit still a fruit called by the same name, has left a bitter...
The Peacock Keys

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, jostling each other around a communal ring meant for expensive Harrison locks and cheap padlocks. The center of...
The Tongawallah’s Wife

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 soon, I hope,” he said to the tongawallah (horse-carriage driver). The younger man nodded. “Inshallah.” ***...
The Red Dress

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. Not until now.You are vacating the house, your home of four years. “I think it’s a good idea to take a break...
Alcatraz

Alcatraz

Katha Fiction Contest 2017 was co-sponsored by India Currents and the Wellstone Center. Founded by Sarah Ringler and Steve Kettmann, the Wellstone Center is a writer’s retreat in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Entries this year were asked to adhere to a theme of...
Garden of People

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 his garden to make sure that plants needing protection have been tended to; each one has a small dried...