Her fingers ran over the cool surface of the hollow bamboo, caressing the carefully engineered grooves. Bansuri was her friend, her constant companion, her muse, ….
It all started with a book. Pratima stared at the slim volume with a blue and white cover. It had been a long – really ….
The mist was still in the early morning air, surrounding the Hutheesing bungalow, when Inspector Chopra arrived. The deceased, Padmini Hutheesingh, was a prominent local ….
When Shubo was born, the first thing the midwife noticed were his fingers. He was scrawny and underweight, like any other child born into a ….
The alarm on her phone went off at 7 am and, as always, Mallika swiped the screen and went into snooze mode.. This half-awake, half-asleep ….
He was standing in the vestibule, lost in a world of music. Ashish was just grateful to see another brown-skinned person, that too a Punjabi. ….
It was a blustery winter morning, with no sun in the sky, the kind of day New England is famous for. Christopher Columbus junior sighed. ….
The table was laid out as always – dal, two sabzis, salad and raita. Just as Apoorva liked it. The days of craving for exotic ….
The pen hovered over a blank piece of paper, his mind, equally blank. All that he’d been asked to do, was write a letter. An ….
She saw the Whatsapp message at 4 pm. By then it had already been an hour, since the news was flashed across all screens. Nandita ….