fiction

FICTION / The vanishing Ramanujan

The night after the story got published, Jamal stormed to my home at around 11 PM, drenched in the rain. That was the first and only time Jamal raised his voice against me

Reader Submission / States

"That’s why I have jars of jealousy, anger, sadness, monotony, but this – it’s important."

Love poem for the reflection in the mirror

I will not even begin with the skies

FICTION / At the birth of death

One sits silently. Her eyes blink sometimes. Sometimes her lips tremble a little, or they don’t tremble at all.

FICTION / An interview with Shakchunni

Behind the bangles that jingle ominously in the dark, there is a voice—a voice that has long been silenced

FICTION / Leave of absence

“Residents usually get 30 days of observation period,” said the man at the reception, “but since it’s a leap year, you get an extra day.

FICTION / The hawk and the mice

Bolstered, the six little mice lead their army up–up–up the trunk of the poor, ravaged oak they were so desperate to save. 

FICTION / Ira in my town

After many years, Ira has returned to my town. She hops four towns to get here. We are supposed to meet today. I’ve been ready since morning. We will meet by the lakeside.

The Box

She frantically whisper-screamed at him, “Stop yelling! And this is serious Fayaz, we need to find that box.

June 6, 2024
June 6, 2024

Speaking with Arunava Sinha about Sanya Rushdi’s ‘Hospital’: A translator extraordinaire

"...it is our responsibility to contribute to ways in which more translators can work well, be compensated fairly and find the work worthwhile enough to continue doing it"

June 5, 2024
June 5, 2024

Second person narratives: A universe unexplored

You cannot reach the expansive world of literature quick enough

June 1, 2024
June 1, 2024

After the rain

While leaving the institute, a nurse gave me a packet of cigarettes as a token of friendship

May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024

House of Cards

Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you

May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024

A Dead River is All I Want

You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?

May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024

In the absence of a light source

Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net

May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024

Unseen chains of consequences

When a few boys arrive at the couple’s flat to seek out their college-going daughter, Rekha, the parents are thrown into a whirlwind of adventure.

May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024

Hair cream

The mosque committee was quite displeased with Rashed, their young muezzin.

May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024

A perfect cup of literary ‘saa’

Priyanka Taslim greets me with a gentle smile as we meet over Zoom. She is eloquent and our conversation flows organically, akin to an adda over a cup of saa (cha).

April 28, 2024
April 28, 2024

Insomnia

You are wide awake again