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Story: Mounted Stentor

By: Prosenjit Dey Chaudhury On at least one Sunday of each month, a house up the street used to hold a lot of attraction for a number of people. On that side of the street ran a slow, thick stream with…

Story: Pandemonium

By: Ruth Z. Deming The phone, which lay beside her in bed, began to ring. “Gerry, I can’t talk now,” she said, “I’m in the middle of a movie. Call you later?” She was watching a rental of “A Night…

Story: The Girl With The Cracked Face

By: Kakoli Mukherjee  Rains in Hyderabad are like board exams. Before you can realise what’s happening, it’s all over you. You are left with no choice but deal with it stoically, cursing yourself for not being better prepared. I remember getting…

Poem: You come….

By: Natana Vasuki Often I embed as a pollen grain Inside a pretty fragrant blossom You come as a bee and pick me up to show the varieties of life…. Often I lay as a smooth pebble Inside a placid river…

Poem: The Train

By: Priya Anand Past neon lit stations and empty platforms A union of metal, concrete and gravel It slithers through hinterlands waste and fertile At first barren and desolate, tracks lined by thorny sentinels Then lush verdant fields in green…

Story: Underneath the Arches

By: Gaither Stewart     “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” Oscar Wilde. The crowd had started yelling and hollering and clapping at the first notes from his…

Story: What Remains

By: Michael C. Keith                                   Reasons are not like garments, the worse for wearing.  –– Robert Devereux Knowing he was not long for this world, Philip Desmond decided to clean out his closet. He had not done so in…