Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Fiction

Micro fiction

Kushal Poddar Hiss Illias sat for hours on a bench that looked dusty but the cleaning stuff did his job as per his daily schedule. When he finally met the authority, the officer took his application, written like a summer river, and said nothing. Illias went to the forest department. Went to...

Thoroughfare

Shikhandin Sarvannan sat hunched on the front passenger seat. His forehead felt hot in spite of the cool air pouring out without a break from the A/C.  His eyes darted about. Every time a bus or car came close, his left foot pressed down, as if to hit the brakes,...

A City Poet

Gaurav Monga In the back of his apartment was a room that used to be his brother's before he died that he now called the bindery. On the tables there were sheets of loose paper—unfinished poems that he had been revising for many years, poems that would eventually age with...