The Strange Ailments of Solitary Dreamers
“It’s me, me, the cursed one, I am guilty!” —Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov …
2016
किलेरिनेट
वो दोनों बग़ल की बिल्डिंग में थे। फि़रोज़ सुबह सुबह अपनी किलेरिनेट (clarinet) लेकर, खिड़की के पास…
The Meeting
She steps out of the black-and-yellow taxicab and looks around. Not because of any unfamiliarity. Mostly…
And the Final Frontier is Heaven
“I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.” —Ernest Dowson I Thirty seconds…
No Woman’s Land
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. His toe taps and crushes each of…
Toe the Line
Epilogue But then,” he countered, “you’ve been in the same situation before.” “True, but does that…
Out at the Wedding
A brooding and disheartened Nikhil sat in front of the ceremonial fire inside the wedding mandap,…
The Day Fascism Came Knocking
The Kanobis—as the inveterate punster in me insists on calling OB vans—start at Thana Crossing, near…
Let the past burn in our hearts
This is probably the first time I am being cajoled into writing an article on a…
Confronting her Freudian Fate?
On a midsummer morning in 2011, when I was fifteen, two national newspapers carried, on their…