Indian Periodical

By Monica Bakre Dayawati was barely out of her four-hour labour when she heard one plaintive wail of a new born which was followed about 3 minutes later by a stronger lustier one. “Two beautiful boys!” she just about heard an excited, whispered, exclamation (more of a hiss), as she […]

By Monica Bakre Suguna stumbled on a stone jutting out of the gravel path that she was hurriedly walking on towards the rear door of the estate bungalow. It was unusual for a nimble footed 18-year-old to waver on this familiar path, actually. It was 4:45pm and the Amma of […]

By Hema Ravi Whenever I text “what’s up?’ at once pops up Ammamma’s reply.  “Fine.” “How was your day at college?”  And believe me, ever since she learnt to text messages a month ago, she’s become so tech-savvy, that we are unable to keep pace with her. Pradeep, my elder […]

It was 9 am in the morning, when Shukla suddenly felt a mighty jerk to his two wheeler. The traffic was choc-a-bloc all around and he had his wife and two young daughters on the scooter with him. It was a bright Sunday, and the family was on its way […]

Microfiction by Sunil Sharma Near the bend, in the thick grove, the collector of butterflies, identified in cyberspace as N-P (Neo-Pagan) only, witnessed a fairy-tale encounter: a tree bent over the broad bosom of the river turns suddenly into a lip-locked couple— a dryad and a shy nymph, hugged by […]

By Monica Bakre “Vinod Khanna is too perfect…Rajesh Khanna has flaws, so is more natural”, would be my point. My childhood friend and I used to compare the two Khannas- Vinod and Rajesh pretty often. While I rooted for Rajesh Khanna, for his handsome, heart-melting looks, she thought I was way off […]

By Monica Bakre “I was very particular about the garden. When my husband, Shankar and I built this house, he had specifications about the tiles, fittings etc but I just had one -‘The garden should be huge and beautiful.’ And he did heed my words- employed the best architect to […]

By Maya And the music played as we took the winding road between the quiet lakes and approached the bend near the Church. Paivi on the wheels and we both listening to the Finnish FM. The RJ went on, “Kaharikson… enjoy…. … …. …. summer… … … …. …. reventulli…… weather… […]

By Monica Bakre  The key turned in the main door and it swung open with force. Aniket was in. At seventeen, he was of medium build with a physique that was successfully maintained trim with moderation and discipline. Today was Aniket’s last examination and he had come home in an auto, […]

By Sunil Sharma The first one to greet was him only. And to scare was his habit. As the families would stream in and then settle down and kids would wander off, the uncle would materialize from thin air and say, Hullo! The kids would scream and run away. On […]