June 2021
In this issue
Contents
The Last Day of School
A bustling, well-tarred road divides the educational potential of Kasipatti town by gender. On one side lies the Kasipatti Boys’ Senior Secondary School. On the..
A Summer Holiday
Five glasses of lemon squash are placed in front of us. Mummy has taught me to never be the first one to reach out for..
That Year, This Time (A Summer Yarn)
“I’m coming in a minute. Hold the door for me, won’t you, Robi!” Madhura yelled from somewhere deep inside the house. Robi, her son, was..
Dear June – Come in…
Dear March June – Come in… With apologies to Ms. Dickinson Dear June – Don’t stand at the doorDo come in. You are always welcome,Unlike..
Be my Home
December came like a thiefin a black robe,at a fated hour while the Gods slept,and devoured my Dad. January cut me into shards,broke my limbs,crushed..
Elements of a Memory: A Phenomenology of Summers near the Sea
Long before air-conditioners were bought for our house in the coastal town of Puri, the dominant white noise during summers was that of the ceiling..
Parched
I stare out over the skyline of Mumbai. My nostrils flare as I inhale the scent of rain on the wind. Tiny droplets of sweat..