Short Story: Samaresh
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Everyone was talking of the jhor. As I was eating rice, saag and fish, Dida told us about the jhor. She said it had a name, Amphan.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Everyone was talking of the jhor. As I was eating rice, saag and fish, Dida told us about the jhor. She said it had a name, Amphan.
By Ameya Bondre
After matching their preferences, the system allowed the parents to see only one child in each round, and a choice had to be made within 48 hours.
By Narasimha Murthy
While the narration turns lethargic towards the end of the novel, Gita Viswanath’s Twice It Happened is a bold novel that keeps its readers in its thrall.
By Sabreen Ahmed
After some time she heard Ruhi giggling in the other room and she rushed to find that Sameer had returned home. He came with a week’s leave to sort out matters.
By Asif Khan
The author hasn’t said anything new about the philosophy of life, though this book gives such an impression at the beginning.
By Rimli Bhattacharya
I froze. He waited for five minutes and then walked out of my room. Before leaving he looked at me and uttered, “I am a gentleman.”
By Srirupa Dhar
Right now, Aadi desperately wanted to believe that Leo would come back with the same swing and spark defying the power of Nature and redefine the undying regenerative spirit of humanity.
By Swaty Mitra
Rohit walked into the lane to his parked car and drove slowly away from the procession, the noise, the voice, the girl who used to be, into the settling cold and darkness of the wintry evening.
By Abu Siddik
The reporter was snoring. The teacher feared the worst – International Tribunal, the detention camp, the separation from children and wife and neighbours, loss of land and his ancestral sweet home! Shaken and terrified, he lay awake the whole night harbouring thousand alien fears.
By Anu Karippal
I saw that he was drinking and eating Palappam. Who takes a peg, even with appam? Only bloody Malayali Christians. Appam looked so tiny and out of shape, like it was made by an overtly pampered young man for the first time.
By Vipasha Bhardwaj
Mukherjee has not spun a sentimental tale for the readers but only a realistic depiction of the trials and tribulations of a modern nuclear family. The story is loaded with guilt and disloyalty and the reverberations could be felt in the lives of Ronojoy and Sujoy.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Parama suddenly said that something that happened a few days ago hurt her a lot. “What is it,” I asked. “Is it something at work? Did someone say something?” Mili asked. She shook her head. We waited for her to speak. It was obvious that whatever it was had caused her a lot of pain.