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…

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…

By: Pijush Kanti Deb Standing of hair up- an uprising form of hair style, contemporary to the modern thoughts and a proof too to the law of compulsion expressing one’s inability to make neither head nor tail of the next…

By: Pijush Kanti Deb The humiliated prayers turn their eyes to other beckoning hand leaving slowly the hand- own but unfortunately unmindful to their own miseries and found always ambidextrous and unabated to refuse the humble prayers to hear and…

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…

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…

From the book ‘Radical Peace: People Refusing War’ By: William T. Hathaway   A former student of mine works as a janitor. After graduating from college he worked as a market researcher and an advertising salesperson, but both jobs soured…

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…

By: Sam Rapth She was very tall, say five feet, 8. A short skirt desperately tried to hide her fleshy assets. Her t-shirt struggled to keep those two white rabbits of hers in place. How many such beautiful snapshots could…

By: Tom Sheehan “Brickley!” yelled his boss Marquis, “if you don’t get out of the way I’ll kick your ass for good.” And Marquis, darker but plump himself, wearing an atrocious suit with orange lines in it, smiled that puffy-cheeked…