Khero Khata

FICTION / The veil of shadow

He had consistently disregarded the villagers' accounts of bhoot-prets as local folklore. To him, they were just stories to scare the gullible

FICTION / Trapped in the bite

I woke up with the taste of blood in my mouth

FICTION / Mother saves her corpses before lunch

Mother woke before sunrise with the weight of the house pulling at her bones and moved against the cold floor, the chill biting at her ankles. In the corner hung the gutted rabbit, its blood pooling on the floor. Her fingers trembled, as she bathed herself in it, coating her skin red.

FICTION / Bangali ghosts vie for the fishes

That night, the wind howled like the wolves as Shyam and Alameen rowed silently, their boat traversing through the misty air and the water rippling gently beneath them.

POETRY / The ghost of Arun Das

Raise no alarm, if on a night dimly lit,

FLASH FICTION / The floodlights

Chaos. More chaos.

FLASH FICTION / Dual faces of an unseen predator

In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.

POETRY / Survival tactics for “peaceful” protests

Stay in a group, never in alleyways

POETRY / A man walks into a bar

a man walks into a bar but he looks like a little boy

October 28, 2024
October 28, 2024

The veil of shadow

He had consistently disregarded the villagers' accounts of bhoot-prets as local folklore. To him, they were just stories to scare the gullible

October 27, 2024
October 27, 2024

Trapped in the bite

I woke up with the taste of blood in my mouth

October 26, 2024
October 26, 2024

Mother saves her corpses before lunch

Mother woke before sunrise with the weight of the house pulling at her bones and moved against the cold floor, the chill biting at her ankles. In the corner hung the gutted rabbit, its blood pooling on the floor. Her fingers trembled, as she bathed herself in it, coating her skin red.

October 26, 2024
October 26, 2024

The ghost of Arun Das

Raise no alarm, if on a night dimly lit,

October 26, 2024
October 26, 2024

Bangali ghosts vie for the fishes

That night, the wind howled like the wolves as Shyam and Alameen rowed silently, their boat traversing through the misty air and the water rippling gently beneath them.

August 31, 2024
August 31, 2024

Survival tactics for “peaceful” protests

Stay in a group, never in alleyways

August 31, 2024
August 31, 2024

Dual faces of an unseen predator

In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.

August 31, 2024
August 31, 2024

The floodlights

Chaos. More chaos.

August 3, 2024
August 3, 2024

Bulbul pakhi

“Attention passengers. The next train arriving is a B train traveling westbound towards Boston College.  Please stand clear of the closing doors."

August 3, 2024
August 3, 2024

A man walks into a bar

a man walks into a bar but he looks like a little boy