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

Written from the perspective of a dog I STOOD at the side of the road and looked one way, then

Her name is Sajanie. An old woman living her last days in a retirement home. For her, it was unexpected.

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

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.

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

I AM a car – a new model Toyota Carina 212 – dark and shiny with glistening rims, bright lights

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

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

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