Short Stories

 Constable Binapani tapped anxiously on his lathi , his stomach rumbled in anticipation. It was almost six and time for him to get off his s...

The Orange cloud hovers over the Cliff. Refusing to budge, even as the winds ram into it, Each time the Orange cloud scatters and comes t...

The rain pierced her face like a thousand needles on a comb, turning her malnourished skin into a splotchy canvas of  clotted blood under...

The wizened old priest seated at the feet of the Devi peered over his spectacles bemusedly. The college student was struggling to ca...

The first thing to strike him about Pattitapabanapur was the way it drizzled, steady, constant, unending. The way water poured here, from t...