Fiction
The Sinners, 1969
The next day I wrote myself a check for $400, detasseling money from the summer,

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The next day I wrote myself a check for $400, detasseling money from the summer,
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He had the same easy smile as Patrick, but his eyes were more calculating. They roved over her red flared pants, her pale blue shirt, her hair done up in ringlets.
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Father had gotten the fabric from a business partner who had been to Bombay and it was rumored to be the most expensive of fabrics.
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Earlier at dinner Johnny had been singled out, oldest boy, to perform. “Tell us what’s up in the sky at night, Johnny.”
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When Binoy the male nurse joined, Maami shifted with her grandkids and forgot Maama completely. Once, when she accidentally confronted her now forty-kilo husband in the corridor
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It shouldn’t. We live unlike the living. In the end, for us, it’s all drawings and diameters and directions.
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Our trip is a week-long promotional tour arranged by American donors. A vehicle to show the American donors how projects like NAZO…
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His appearance hasn’t changed much since I last saw him, except for the streaks of grey in his hair, which he still keeps long.
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Some of the tension stiffening his shoulders relaxes as he slumps back. As the rickshaw starts, a dusty wind rages into it and Devang sighs with relief.
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“Money isn’t of any importance,” Mr. Carleton said. “We’ve never had a renter with us and my wife was only feeling a bit nervous having someone come living with us.
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TBR presents an excerpt from Sheelabhadara’s piece in The Greatest Assamese Stories Ever Told
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TBR presents an excerpt from Bansi Nisrdosh’s piece in The Greatest Kashmiri Stories Ever Told
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I walk through mostly empty ravine-like streets until I reach the Art Centre. The extremophiles are making a fortune today, it seems.
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Could a phrase reach her and encourage her to stand? Suddenly, all the furniture falls on top of her, the whole weight of the bed, the dining room table…
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The dog came to a screeching halt. Growling but at attention, oblivious to the hail, it stopped and stared at the Slim Jim, licking its jowls all the while.
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The peepal by the river also seemed to be glowing in a special way that morning. Though the river reflected the sun just as it did daily…
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After a while, his mother, parched with thirst, asked for water. An earthen pot stood under a ghaf tree, but it was forbidden for Dalits to touch it.
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Shuklaburhi’s father-in-law, Sri Bamacharan Prodhani, was a renowned man from Kalahaat village near Dhubri town.
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The hall was filled with hungry diners. She served the dishes on each plate as if it were her own body she had cooked.
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This is the way Nani is. Fire, one moment; cool water, the next. Even her rage is special.
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Days would pass before she ate even a morsel of food … and there was no one to ask after her either.
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Dastgir transported farm produce for large farmers and worked as a cook whenever he could.
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His mind drifted back to the hunger pangs that had plagued him from the beginning, a familiar sensation that…
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It was a thing with Sheth. He had a special taste for teenage boys. He would hire them at the bar, enjoy them for a few months, and then send them away.