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The Waiting Room

Dr. Lokesh stretched his hands and stood upright, wiped the beads of sweat as his skin dazzled in the scorching sun. Time was running...

Chronicles of a Death Agent

It all started a few years ago. A pandemic had hit the world, followed by an economic recession. People started dying, some because of...

Lights, Camera, Action

The ramshackle bus rattles like a broken toy but manages to reach us to our stopover for the night. You don’t expect a Volvo...

Rare Earth

Narsimha stretched his hands and stood upright, wiped the beads of sweat as his skin dazzled in the scorching sun. Time was running out....

What’s in a name?

Aren’t we all cursed when we are named? Cursed, because each time our names roll out of our lips, impressions are formed, assumptions are...

Dakini

Devyani woke up to the shrill sound of the alarm. Normally up at the break of dawn, she enjoyed the quiet early mornings, but...

The Full Circle

I woke up to find a chicken staring at me from its lifeless eye.  I lay still, trying to figure things out. I was on...

A Voice of Awakening

Gyaneshwara, my adorable father, the most virtuoso musician the Seunas had ever known, was almost in shackles. The imperious Nagabhata, who occupied the throne...

He Came, He Saw, She Conquered..

The hall was brightly lit and crowded. Crowded, of course, was an understatement. It was bursting at the seams, and despite the fact that...

Et Invicta

220 AD, Rome Present day He stretched his hands and stood upright, wiped the beads of sweat as his skin dazzled in the scorching sun. Time...

A Tryst with History

Isolde McCarthy, Research assistant, Department of History, Stanford University, CA had been obsessed with Celtic historical fables ever since she was a child. This...

The Wall Between Us

Somewhere in West Germany, 1961 I stretched my hands and stood upright, wiped the beads of sweat as my skin dazzled in the scorching sun....
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Deeply-oiled hair braided on both sides, a dot of black on the forehead and squarish bag on the back – Chetna was all ready...

Skeletons in the closet

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The Rendezvous

“You can't go beyond this point, there's been an accident,” Rooh overheard the policeman caution the driver in the car ahead. Thwarted, he took...