Indian Periodical

By Sreya Sarkar Pakhi was eating her morning cereal when Trisha came down from her bedroom, ready to leave for Home Décor Depot. Trisha took the car keys off the kitchen hook and was about to leave when Pakhi spoke suddenly. “Where are you going this early?” Trisha stopped in […]

By Sreya Sarkar Trisha pottered around the kitchen speaking into her cell. “You won’t believe how much we enjoyed Vegas. We went to Grand Canyon for a day from there. Ashok took the mule ride all the way down to the Canyon bed. e He To tell you the truth, […]

By Shobha Diwakar The night was dark, the night was grey; no stars shone, the moon went astray. The overhanging clouds lost their way somewhere up in the sky, their silver- lining disappearing from human eye. Somewhere the owl hooted, little birdies snuggling in their nests gave a wee cry […]

By Anuradha S. Bannore Shridharan Rao with his wife, Punam was travelling by train to his hometown Kule. Both of them were very excited as they were going there after quite a few years. They lived in Bykur, a very remote place where Shridharan had started a cottage industry. Here […]

By Anuradha S. Bannore Nima lay awake in her bed. The harder she tried to sleep the more difficult it became for her.  Surrounded by pin drop silence she could hear her own breathing which frightened her all the more. Suddenly she sat up, her heart was racing, knowing not […]

By Shobha Diwakar  ~continued from last issue Even as these fleeting thoughts gripped his wandering fancy, he turned the ignition, switched on the music and headed home. When he alighted at the gate, a savory tangy fragrance greeted his hungry stomach. Nana had cooked his meal for the afternoon and […]

By Shobha Diwakar She lay unwrapped beside him, huddled snugly by his side on the lovely double bed. It had always been the same ever since she had gone. Gone and left him alone. Bereft of all his pleasures “she” was all that he had to look forward to. At […]

By Michael Mulvihill I watched how the shrapnel from the shelling tore into the streets like they were made of paper. I wondered how in turn they would cut into a human body? I walked with a bag of clothes and a wallet full of money that I saved. I walked […]

By Raamesh Gowri Raghavan When Bade Zamindar Babu died, it was a major celebration in the village of Kamahi. The Zamindar was not an evil man who tormented the poor villagers, but when a rich Hindu dies, the number of funeral rites performed makes it no less than a festival […]

By Monica Bakre “Nothing went right …not a thing…”, yelled Vinita in a terribly foul mood. She was pacing back and forth on the heavy Persian carpet in her living room, having sent her children, five-year-old Anjan and two-year-old Antara to the playground downstairs in the building complex with the […]