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

SHE did not sleep at all that night, the ache in her heart so deep it numbed her mind. She

“I WAIT fuh you to come back,” the young girl said softly, quiet sadness in her eyes as she sat