Sada didn’t recollect when he was born. Not that his birthday was something to be remembered.......

This poem sees the woman and a book as a dual protagonist....

The first time it happens, you are barely twelve So much blood must mean...

The Portrait This evening, its face rigid as though it had had a stroke....

The hospital wardis dying of an unknown thirst.A time when even oxygenseems to hiss cruellyinto the......

A scream never ends. It triesto be kind, but our hatred keepscoming between us. The night......

Women’s bodies, the ultimate battleground?  The stories in Sucharita Dutta-Asane’s collection, Cast-Out and Other Stories are......

The little girl’s hand is made of darknessHow will I hold it?The streetlamps hang like decapitated......

Sialkot 1969 Anytown, Anytime Silk of girlhood adolescence, womanhoodraw thread snapped he was the one who......

It doesn’t matter whatyou are wearing, whether headgearsquarely in the left-right crosshairsor a slit across your......