Kahi aikivat aslelya gosti.,Goshtin madhun goshti nightat.Some stories. One leads to another. When I think of......

A cash economy is not only blackIt’s the chillar my amma pays her subziwallah for some......

It was circa 1984…I was standing in the balcony,gushing over tall, talcum powdered, teen-aged school girls,bantering......

It was really an everyday affair. The woman who lived in apartment number 44/5 troubled Kripesh......

Picture a scrawny scarecrow being tossed about in the wind- that was me at four. Hair......

It was the first time I was stepping out of the house after the hysterectomy....

Budhnu was a rapid learner. A new language every six days as he picked up tourists......

She’d left the office around 10 pm and was attempting to cross the busy main road......

On route to the cafe bakery for my end of the month – I’ve just been......

The following extract has been taken from Indira Goswami’s first novel Ahiran (1980). Based on a......