ONCE upon a time, fifty-nine years ago, we became masters of our own destinies in a land that was once a gem in the …

Written from the perspective of a dog I STOOD at the side of the road and looked one way, then the other. It was …

Her name is Sajanie. An old woman living her last days in a retirement home. For her, it was unexpected. She had never thought …

Madhu stopped in the middle of the cemetery, a bunch of carnations in her hands, her mind embracing the peaceful silence of those who …

SHE stood at the centre of the four-way street corner, a woman—fair and petite with dark-brown shoulder-length hair—and looked around.
It was 9:30 in the …

THE pitter-patter of raindrops on the zinc roof and the steady droplets of water seeping through the holes, falling in bowls in the old …

I AM a car – a new model Toyota Carina 212 – dark and shiny with glistening rims, bright lights and a smooth-running engine. …

MORNING in the countryside, veiled still in darkness but nudged awake by soft devotional songs on the radio, the aroma of breakfast in the …

IT was night—not quite dark, for the moon was partially hidden in the clouds, its soft golden light flirting with the land and the …

ONE month later, Tina managed to settle down in the small apartment she had rented and started a job as a salesgirl in a …