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Don’t Run, My Love

Don’t Run, My Love

By Easterine Kire

Click here to buy Don’t Run, My Love They had been away for five days this harvest time. A musty smell lingered in the air, and though the house was dark, Atuonuo knew her way about well. She deftly felt for and found the matchbox, lit the kerosene lamp, and lighted up the kitchen. It was quite cold inside. ‘I’ll get a fire going,’ she said and began to [...]

Woman to Woman

Woman to Woman

By Madhulika Liddle

Click here to buy Woman to Woman From ‘Poppies in the Snow’ An old man once told me that the stream from which we draw water comes from high up in the mountains, behind the deodars. Above the tree line. From the snows. 'If you climb up, Iqbal,' he had said, squinting up at the distant peaks, 'you will see it. You will see snow melt into water. The purest [...]

Season of Crimson Blossoms

Season of Crimson Blossoms

By Abubakar Adam Ibrahim

Click here to buy Season of Crimson Blossoms A hyena cannot smell its own stench After growing wings through indiscretion, Hajiya Binta, contrary to her expectation, did not transform into an eagle, but an owl that thrived in the darkness in which she and Reza communed. Yet, during the day, she was caged by her fears, wrapped in the perceived [...]

The Assassinations

The Assassinations

By Vikram Kapur

Click here to buy The Assassinations The evening sky had deadened to the colour of cigarette ash by the time Jaswant left his office. On his way home, he passed cars and buses on fire, burnt shells of shops and houses billowing smoke, dead bodies of Sikhs cremated alive, bands of goondas brandishing machetes and crowbars...It was as if Partition had descended one [...]

Available Light

Available Light

By C.P. Surendran

Click here to buy Available Light Hadal The waves white with what they witnessed Below return, bowing and scraping Along the shadows they throw On shore; back, Back to the silence thick as massed glass, To first fish, time cutting teeth in the dark; Ossified bones, hermaphrodite flesh, marine snow. The cold is without thought. Things [...]

An Elsewhere Place

An Elsewhere Place

By Malay Kumar Roy

Click here to buy An Elsewhere Place Father and Mali The conversations of my father with our gardener—Mali, as we called him—were an unending source of comedy. Mali, well past middle age and wizened by the sun, was a man wise to the world of trees, plants and flowers. He was a skilled gardener, besides being an overall handyman around the [...]

There’s a Carnival Today

There’s a Carnival Today

By Indra Bahadur Rai

Click here to buy There’s a Carnival Today Gleaming black from the rains, the Cart Road knocks against many cliffs, bluffs and sloping hills, joining Lebong, that flat patch of land in the north, to dusty, clangourous Silgadi bazaar. Cart Road. This artery that makes life flow through the mountain districts. Landslides tug at it for four months in the [...]

The Girl Who Couldn’t Love

The Girl Who Couldn’t Love

By Shinie Antony

Click here to buy The Girl Who Couldn’t Love This time before the blackest bird known to man opened its beak I knew who was coming to dinner. He had made his way to me last week on the terrace of a local architect whose parties tend to be a boozy flaunting of renovated properties. ‘You live in that white villa by the beach,’ he had said. I gave [...]

Lessons for Mrs Hauksbee

Lessons for Mrs Hauksbee

By Rudyard Kipling

Click here to buy Lessons for Mrs Hauksbee The Rescue of Pluffles Mrs Hauksbee was sometimes nice to her own sex. Here is a story to prove this; and you can believe just as much as ever you please. Pluffles was a subaltern in the ‘Unmentionables’. He was callow, even for a subaltern. He was callow all over—like a canary that had [...]

Shehzadi Mircha

Shehzadi Mircha

By Flora Annie Stee

Click here to buy Shehzadi Mircha Once upon a time, a very old woodman lived with his very old wife in a tiny hut close to the orchard of a rich man,—so close that the boughs of a pear-tree hung right over the cottage yard. Now it was agreed between the rich man and the woodman, that if any of the fruit fell into the yard, the old couple were to be allowed to eat [...]

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