Fiction


::    Digging In

"I am walking home when I spot the flower shop. Inside, this saleslady in a peach dress grins at me something special, asking how she can help, and I point to the yellow tulips rising out of a square vase in the corner."

        by Mehnaz Sahibzada


::    Pramod Paanwalla's Predicament

"Pramod Paanwalla lived a life of reds. His cheeks were red, his wife Urmila's cheeks were red, the Christmas lights outside his restaurant, Bombay Palace, were red, and the incubator of Urmila's culinary productions, an imported tandoori clay oven, was red inside."

        by Sunil Hariani


::    Passing at Hyde

"Just as the first constellation, Aries, arced to the center of the night sky, Brendan slid his hand down Niv's arm and interlaced his fingers with hers. They fit perfectly. Then came Taurus."

        by Anasuya Krishnaswamy


::    The Green Turban

"Everyone in line turned their heads at once. A man wearing a turban was shouting obscenities while hopping on one foot. A woman dragging a large trunk on wheels was walking away from him."

        by Aman Batheja