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She swayed in the rain on the pavement, with hands upraised against the relentless rain. The strands of her jet-black hair stuck to her porcelain cheeks. Her almond eyes glistened. Her tassel earrings dangled against the smoothest jawline he had seen. Her…
“The Rain” by Tony Tharakan
“The Rain” by Tony Tharakan
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The first dark cloud gathered when the husband forgot to wish the wife on her birthday. That the poor soul wished her at the stroke of midnight – while the country gained its freedom and he lost some of his – is not a thought to be entertained here. Then…
“The sun shower” by Malini Menon
“The sun shower” by Malini Menon
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You’re not a kid anymore, I hope, and neither am I, thankfully. You’re probably reading this story to feel comfortable in your skin. This isn’t a story though and you’re better off feeding your time with something else like Netflix. Monsoons were a time…
“Monsoon” by Neha Dasgupta
“Monsoon” by Neha Dasgupta
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Prakhar ran his censuring eyes across the length of the cafe again, this time from right to left. The unobliging crowd, however, refused to vanish. Or even shrink. The sight of wall-to-wall millennials, each of them annoyingly animated, offended him. He…
“Wet Brogues” by Amlan Chakraborty
“Wet Brogues” by Amlan Chakraborty
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By Neha Dasgupta I dreamed of you near the door Or was it your shirt that I so despised? Laying shadows all across the floor Shining through a lascivious, pale moon slice Blind curves of its weary, bold light Blanches your sleeve’s loose folds Resting…
November’s Song
November’s Song
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By Malini Menon The bell rang again impatiently. To say I was annoyed would be euphemistic. I had just started washing up the pile of dishes on the sink – the remnants of my family’s breakfast. I had the entire day staring at me along with my 2-year-old…
Garrulous neighbour
Garrulous neighbour
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By Amlan Chakraborty It was a combination of Uber and peer pressure that transported Ranjan to the pet shop at Khan Market. “Why don’t you get a pet? It’s like opinion – everyone has got one,” Varun had censured him at lunch. “It’s especially good for…
Pet Store
Pet Store
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By Amlan Chakraborty Photographer: Sergio Rola “And the neighbours,” Ranjan shook his head, “are the pits.” “Strange, I stay in the same society. Of course there are black sheep everywhere but I always thought it’s a decent crowd,” Dr Chatterjee said,…
Terrible Neighbours
Terrible Neighbours
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By Neha Dasgupta From jaunty old uncles to the ubiquitous “old witch”, me and two friends sampled a few of life’s eccentricities in our old neighbourhood. The witch would make herself visible through incessant barks, setting boundaries when we played…
Terrible Neighbours
Terrible Neighbours
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By Amlan Chakraborty The new millennium had dawned and we had survived Y2K too. None of it, however, seemed important as I sipped tea from a khuri (kulhad) outside the office of a Bengali daily in Kolkata. I had been chasing the chief reporter for the…
The tea-seller of Prafulla Sarkar street
The tea-seller of Prafulla Sarkar street
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