Browse stories

Forty short poems about the Ravi, a grandmother’s hands, and learning what water forgives.

The volcano chose a queen. The court would rather she burned.

A marine biologist returns to the island she swore off, and to the fisherman who never stopped writing to her.

Ghazals written on the backs of train tickets, one for every monsoon he spent away from home.

Two families, one rooftop, and a bundle of unsigned letters that could ruin everything before Eid.

Two brothers, one summer, and the paper moons they hung from the ceiling to keep the dark away.

Her father drew every road in the kingdom except the one that led to where he vanished.

Every tenant on the ninth floor has a key to 9C. Only one of them used it the night Mrs. Aldana vanished.

Forty kilometres under the ice, something has started answering back in her dead brother’s voice.

The house was free. The only condition was never to open the window on the third landing.

Between 2 and 5 a.m., a night-shift pharmacist becomes the keeper of everyone’s secrets.

Ek dhaba, do strangers, aur ek cup chai jo kabhi khatam nahi hoti.

Six strangers maintain the last lighthouse between Earth and the outer colonies. One of them is lying about why they came.

Eleven passengers board the midnight bus. Twelve get off.

Hospital ki lambi shifts, ek ziddi doctor, aur ek dhoop jo sirf shaam ko nikalti hai.

Twelve small letters to the girl who thought she had to be loud to be heard.

Ek purana ghar, teen bhai, aur woh aangan jahan har eid manai jati thi.

A widow inherits a bindery and a ledger of books that were never collected.

Short poems for the first week of monsoon, one for each of the city’s gates.

A rickshaw driver, a missing briefcase, and one very long night along the Sea View road.