The Meeting
By Nabina DasShe steps out of the black-and-yellow taxicab and looks around. Not because of any…
By Nabina DasShe steps out of the black-and-yellow taxicab and looks around. Not because of any…
By Monidipa Mondal “I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.” —Ernest Dowson I…
By Harsh SnehanshuOne. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. His toe taps and crushes…
By Paramita BanerjeeEpilogue But then,” he countered, “you’ve been in the same situation before.” “True, but…
By Udayan DharA brooding and disheartened Nikhil sat in front of the ceremonial fire inside the…
By Rohit ChakrabortyI Mala had offended a real, live homosexual. A fledgling with a half-ripe voice whose…
The political lexicon expands as worldviews contract, and old hands are rewarded despite the blood that…
By Devjani BodepudiI sit here alone. I’m on a park bench and the skies are blue….
How do the indigenous cultures of the Northeast reckon with the ubiquity of death? Almost a…
I realise, suddenly tonight, that in any part of the planet, it is possible to feel…