Leaving Sai Palace

Sai Palace is more personal. I would find Hiren, waiting for me. And Kalyani, waiting for Hiren.

FOX News and the Smelly Shoes

It stinks in here.

Poetry

Help! Is Anyone Out There?

No toiletNo water

Novellete

Bharat Builders - A One Act Play

As the people of Bharat flee for their lives, the monkeys’ pursue them with greater vigor

death trek

First Time With You

Short Story

Guddi

'Am I forever destined to wish better luck to others when nothing good ever comes my way?'

Jaane kahan gaye voh din!

But a new generation of the young and restless cine fans had replaced the old generation and they had neither

Poetry

Sucide

Hush! Listen, it’s a song I hear

Short Story

It’s a Miracle

Faith runs deep in our veins. There are a few if any ‘non-believers’ amongst Indians, in fact in the whole

Short Story

Dreams of Dania

Kamran lives in the old part of Lahore, near Lahori Gate. Living there, he says, makes him feel in sync

Poetry

A Passing Glance

The eyes... The chime of her ghungroos The pout of her lips - what a ruse!

Satire

My Mother, Myself

As an Air Force wife who saw her combat pilot husband through two wars and a highly charged flying career,

Poetry

Black in my Rainbow

Your petty world I refuse to accept
For your rainbows have no black

Reality bites!

Real for some is unreal for others.

The Bastard

When I was a small boy I could never understand why my mother disliked Bijoy-kaku (Uncle Bijoy) so much...