The beaches of Goa are different from those of Puri or Mumbai. These beaches are sunnier and the air feels more salty and dry. By the time you put your bare feet on the sand and then on the cold water of the sea, you were already in love with Goa. Gigantic waves were breaking on the shore bringing with it a musky and salty smell of the sea and washing up against the bodies of joyous tourists taking a bath in the thick of the waves. The receding waves left behind a trail of wet sand and lots of oddities like broken shells, rubber tires, torn fishnet, and everything else which had been churned up from the belly of the sea. The children rushed after the waves collecting the left behind shells and white shiny stones and again running away cheerfully when the waves returned. A number of people…
She was found. The day had come. Valar was going to see Bani, her mother. The skies were blue, but not too blue. It…
“What’s wrong, Mary?” Baby John asks. We still call him Baby John, even though he’s already five. He lies flat in the bunk across…
Red, yellow, green. All brilliant, all alive. I’m alive, standing here. My boss is alive too, picking his way around. The look on his…
Look at the man. He is bony and ragged and his cheeks are hollow and blackened by a pepperish thin stubble because he hasn’t…
The roads kept on winding in mysterious ways ahead of us. We have been on the road for two days. The idea to go…
Upstairs he settles debt. Bankruptcy. The titles of books outweighing the landowner. William Dufferage knows what it’s like not to be at home. His…
The jeweler was in her late forties, with hair that had been dyed blonde and was shortened in a cropped, modern hairstyle that looked…
I met Oba at high school. When I had to go through eleventh grade a second time, I found myself among teenagers that were…