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.
Short Story: Blinkers on
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.
Short Story: The night of a schizophrenic
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.
Short Story: And my life changed forever
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.”
Short Story: Leo
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.
Short Story: Re-dial
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.
Short shorts: Friendship under the cloud of the NRC
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.
Short Story: Instagram Dream
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.
Short Story: The Ride Home
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.
Short Story: Beware! Migrants Are Coming!
By Sunil Sharma
I was everywhere, yet nowhere. Hounded out everywhere. Cursed. Powerless. No voice. No clout. The dispossessed. I am Mr. Nobody. A human, yet not human. A native, yet an alien among my own. A man without any dignity. A soft target everywhere. An unseen man. A zero man. Phantom.
Short Story: Hands
By Vivek Nath Mishra
I manured and watered them regularly but the plants were not that shiny anymore. She had some tricks that I didn’t know, perhaps the plants knew her touch. The sparrow that built nest there in my roof garden chose some other place, and the bulbul found another hand, I guess.
Short Story: Zalim Singh Bisht
By Anirudh Kala
Ten minutes later, with a steady hand, Zalim Singh Bisht pulled the trigger of his service rifle, which was pressed firmly between the ground and his temple. The report was drowned in the din of the firecrackers.
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