Fiction

The Testimony of God

Premashila’s seven-year-old son died on the train. Mother and son were travelling to their village from Hyderabad along with some

Why Not A full Fledged One

I begin to offload. Not mere  clothes but  more . . . those  thoughts  hanging  about heavily. Stubbornly unmoving, intruding

Bon Appétit

I rose stiffly as he entered the dining room – noisily, laboriously – and plodded towards the table where I