“…it even has a warm milk function—a vision of the mother not even stirring from sleep opening the door and popping the warm bottle straight in the screaming infant’s mouth made me buy it.”
– Varsha Tiwary captures with brilliant nuance, the unbelievable urgency and insecurities of a typical morning at a typical household.
“Nobody was allowed to imitate the sun.
Except, of course, our Magnificent Leader of Light.”
Terri Mullholland spins a world of magic and myth that seems oddly familiar.
“Sometimes, you want him dead. Not in the heat of a frenzied moment or as a flippant, erratic thought. But as a need for the death to happen..”
Writes Sarveshwari Saikrishna.
“Woman. Steps. River. Tree.”
– Tejaswinee Roychowdhury spins a three-part tale of creepy horror through the sombre ghats and hollow streets of Benaras.
“It wasn’t an ordinary itch. It tore at his flesh like a troop of army ants shaving the meat off a carcass.”
Writes Salini Vineeth.
“They were so gullible at first…”
Not every homecoming means the same. Writes Maggie Iribarne.