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Story: Shauq

By: Saima Afreen Kidneys. That’s what everybody called those pockets of the city. The grimy tents cleared the city’s junk: the industrial excretion or cremation of a dozing old building. Hillocks of metal scraps grew and vanished everyday. Continuos cling-clang-clangety…

Story: Marlboro morns

By: Saima Afreen It was just another day. Another life with usual-yet-unusual breakfast of boiled peas, cucumber slices and a boiled egg with its mouth open in the yellow bowl. Her mouth gaped at the puff of smoke rising before…

Story: Oracle Earth

By: Raymond Greiner Working as an archeological researcher unveils discoveries mixed with complexities. I was summoned to this institution of learning as an instructor, teaching knowledge attained from data gathered relating to humankind’s historical pathway. Time and archeology fuse solving mysteries…

Story: milaan

By: Saheli Khastagir Thank God they sent Milaan bhai with me. I don’t like the other one! I mean…I don’t hate him…I shouldn’t. He is the one who got me to the city in the first place. But he is always…

Story: Lily is a Gypsy

By: Adreyo Sen I was lost in the endless green fields I had been in before. Then I came upon that brighter green always kissed by the rain. Gypsy women danced a storm in the fury of their sequined skirts….

Story: Vijaya

By: Maya Unnikrishnan It was one of those afternoons when after a slightly heavy lunch on the regular Friday Biryani, they settled down to watch a movie. As usual he would switch on the English channels and surf. She sat…

Story: The Substance of Fiction

By: Raja Jaiswal I was on my way to home. The sky had changed its blue curtain to black one. It was dark enough, cannot be darker. Possibly the stars were twinkling, sparkling in the sky. I could not see…

Story: The Unresponsive Vagina

By: Urmi Bhattacheryya She was happy now. She didn’t need the constant ringing of the cell phone announcing the receipt of yet another text message. And besides, hadn’t he been the one to break up with her? So, why the…

Story: The American Dream

By: Phil Temples There! Mrs. Li spied the glint of the shiny aluminum can in the bright winter noonday light on the sidewalk. Like a diamond in the rough, the can was partially obscured under a pile of trash stacked…

Story: ISABELLA DA LUNA

By: Gaither Stewart When my taxi crossed the Ponte di Risorgimento the drizzle that had set in that afternoon had turned into a steady downpour. Yellow lights reflected eerily off the upriver part of the great avenue snaking along both…