Tarla's Homecoming

Tarla’s Homecoming

Nakul sat straight in a vest with two holes in it and old pajamas. He didn’t make eye contact with his wife Tarla who was…

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Dharavi Dreams

Dharavi Dreams

Hi. My name is Abdul. Abdul Sheikh. I work at a cyber café not very far from where I live. But don’t bother. Not very…

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One Fainting Robin

One Fainting Robin

The first time I saw her, my heart stopped. I mean, it really did stop, I died. Me? Who could believe that? I was sixteen…

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Votive Candle

Votive Candle

“Caminante, no hay camino. Se hace camino al andar.” – Antonio Machado One dollar Australian only buys Barb one votive candle, or so goes the…

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So Far

So Far

Shankata­hara Chathurthi: auspicious day dedicated to Ganesha … is observed … on the fourth day of … the waning lunar phase … – Internet Sarasu…

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Fight Night

Fight Night

Cleveland woke to roosters crowing at daybreak downstairs in one of the hotel garden courtyards. He and Anong had left the balcony door open by…

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Almajiri

Almajiri

AThe woman standing outside in the drizzling rain without an umbrella is Suspect X and has been under surveillance a while now. A black leather…

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Three Nights to Marriage

Three Nights to Marriage

Tell her, just tell her, I told myself. She towered over me on Broadway as we crossed in front of traffic, her long legs stretching…

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An Arranged Marriage

An Arranged Marriage

The first time we met, I forced myself to like you. Tiny, hard, blind pimples scattered across your forehead, a wide jaw. Peroxide-blonde streaks marbled…

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The Painting

The Painting

She could not reconcile the large oil painting hanging in the shadowed hallway of the assisted living suite with the frail woman lying on the…

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Manasil

Manasil

Your mother, unbeknownst to you, tries to reach you. With a barren heat mere inches from her scented palms, she breathes deep unthinkingly at home….

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The Saga of an Unusual Friendship

The Saga of an Unusual Friendship

We sit at the open courtyard, around a small, round table in bamboo chairs gazing out at the passing heads. The garden would gift us…

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A Long Time Burning

A Long Time Burning

I thought about torching the place; finally, just burning the house, the barn, and the field to the ground. I longed to hear the wooden…

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Narcos

Narcos

NPerhaps the blue ones would take her swimming in the cobalt waters, diving into the deep, deep ocean of oblivion, breathing water and narcotics instead…

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Maruti 800

Maruti 800

Pishi’s car had still not pulled out of the driveway. Inside the house, Baba’s door closed on us. Under the yellow porch bulb that was…

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