Fiction

The Old Man of Parsi Ghat

A part of my school days were spent at Kamptee, a small cantonment town on the Kanhan River near Nagpur, India. A kilometer-wide torrent in the monsoon months, the Kanhan shrank to a modest clear stream during the winter. On one of its bends, the river had gouged out...
The Burning

The Burning

Henry Elliott thought he saw the Devil, when he woke up in his hot tent and looked out into the desert. A tall, black-robed figure with glowing red eyes, stood in the distance, amidst the trees that were twisted by the heat into forms that could only have beeen...
Ripples

Ripples

She was humming a slow song under her breath, and picking out what color to wear for the evening when her maid came to her gasping for breath after running through the halls. She was mumbling incoherently till Bhanumati made her sit down and drink a glass of water....
Ahalya

Ahalya

The day I shifted into 27 Carlton Hill, a seven minute walk from Leeds University, Ahalya fed me lunch. Steamed rice, yellow dal with coriander, eggplant in coconut gravy, and dry fish cooked in a red pumpkin chilly sauce. Ten minutes earlier she had held out her...
The Legacy

The Legacy

Bimla lit the wood chips inside her mud stove for the third time. The wood chips were damp and were not catching fire easily. The thought of having to buy match sticks was enough to make Bimla try harder. She took a metal pipe and blew the air through it, while she...
Light

Light

All the lights in my home are off. The snow’s so deep I’m doing lunges in order to get to the door, my breath mimicking cigarette smoke, my fingers on the verge of frostbite. I still the days are very dark, even though the days are already getting longer. Nothing...