Browse stories

Forty short poems about the Ravi, a grandmother’s hands, and learning what water forgives.

A marine biologist returns to the island she swore off, and to the fisherman who never stopped writing to her.

Her father drew every road in the kingdom except the one that led to where he vanished.

Forty kilometres under the ice, something has started answering back in her dead brother’s voice.

Twelve small letters to the girl who thought she had to be loud to be heard.

Ek dhaba, do strangers, aur ek cup chai jo kabhi khatam nahi hoti.

Two brothers, one summer, and the paper moons they hung from the ceiling to keep the dark away.

Eleven passengers board the midnight bus. Twelve get off.

A widow inherits a bindery and a ledger of books that were never collected.

Short poems for the first week of monsoon, one for each of the city’s gates.