The Bad Seed
Where I live, I only keep one piece of a broken mirror. I put this poor thing in a tightly locked locker. I hate seeing my reflection in the mirror.…
Short Story
Riot: A Short Story by Somen Chanda (1920-1942)
A man was crossing the platoon-fields fast. Up ahead lay the level-crossing. He was aiming to cross the railway yard adjoining the level crossing. Perhaps, he had thought that he…
Fear–A Parable For Our Times
Once upon a time there was a village called Jaampur. This village was dominated by a few powerful persons, the headman and some moneylenders who took away a big part…
Roses on a dump
Home! Scooped out of the bowels of solid waste, like other huts, perched on various levels of the accumulated waste that grows vertical by the hour. The typical Asian shack…
The Sub-Inspector’s Sambar
Sub-inspector Kuttan Pillai lived with illusions about himself. The only realistic self-analysis understood by Kuttan Pillai was that he was not an efficient or good policeman - neither to the…
The difference
Puta Bhatta Jataka. The Buddha himself had narrated this story to a married couple. He had waited for them ‘like a hunter on the trail’ in his monastery cell in…
Breaking News: Rama Denied Citizenship Based On NRC + CAA!
“Minister, we have some stunning news,” the secretary panted out as he rushed into the minister’s office. The minister was not pleased at this abrupt entrance. It was a…
Chotu, the homeless
They all called him Chotu. How and why the name came to stick, even he didn’t know. He wasn’t short. As an Indian, he was average in height. But he…
The Bird’s Eye
I Greetings Guruji. We have been waiting for you anxiously since morning. What happened? Why are you so late? Oh, I see. The road accidents have now become daily occurrence. …
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