“This is my story. In fact, this is our story, right?” “Right.” “Right.” Around six that evening, when the doorbell rang, Ishaan was busy getting things ready for the evening’s party. Wondering who had turned up so early, he grumpily went to the door. It was Anwar. “I’m here to help you,” he said with a smile. “How much can you possibly do all by yourself?” Holding forward a single rose that had a long, slender stalk, he bowed dramatically. “Congratulations. For now, you could stop being jealous,” he sneered. Ishaan knew that the emphatic ‘all by you’ was hardly intentional, but it bothered him. I stood there staring into Anwar’s big brown eyes with a hint of orange in them, it was the most attractive pair of eyes I have ever seen and one could just stare at them and wish to be lost…
Mr. Max Madison was sixty-one years when he had that vicious thought. He wanted to open an account on social media. He had heard…
Cassey was pregnant. Nothing could make me more happy. She ambled proudly in front of me, showing her big white belly. She was always…
Here I am, standing in front of the law court to my dismay. Never in my life have I thought of defying the law…
Pa had worn that old gray coat until it was almost nothing but a rag that hung on his big frame. It smelled of…
Prisha arose from a tangle of sheets and placed her bare feet on the straw mat next to the bed. The early morning sunlight…
The Christmas tree still stood in the corner of the living room, its bulbs unlit and hanging from loops of green electrical cord among…
Aika sat beneath the blossoming boughs of a cherry tree catching falling petals in the palms of her outstretched hands. Her lips trembled as…
The gentle waves of the Yellow River tapped against the sides of Wang Wei’s sampan, producing shallow reverberations, like fingers drumming arrhythmically on the…
