For a few months after my head shave, I called myself Baldilocks, partly in jest, partly......

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

These people who spin tales far and wide,These people who never ever pick a side,These people......

Mutation of an Artist Erudite Priya Sarukkai Chabria works on a vast creative canvas; she writes......

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

Prologue   I am a fourteenth generation Clone and something has gone wrong with me. Not that......

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

Golden Syrup She sees the label on a shelf in the Stockbridge Country Store...

The Whole Deal It takes much to be empowered: you must feel...

The Lover The woman doesn’t call herself a saint, just a lover...