Yuri thought of first visiting the tailor and enquire about his daughter Elena’s dress. He pulled on his old coat over his back even though it was warm outside. As he stepped out of his old flat, he remembered to take the pain killer pills in his purse in case his bad knee gives a problem. He shuffled past people keeping his eyes fixed on the footpath that led to Rozy Tailors – Ladies Spesialist – Home Delivery. The man at the counter hailed him, as he has been doing for the past twenty years, and said in Bengali, “Dress ready, Hari babu.” He replied, “Okay. Keep it with you. I’ll come to collect it as soon as I get my tickets ready.” The man at the counter smiled cordially at him and then turning aside gave a conspiratorial snigger to the tailor-master sitting on the sewing machine. Yuri traced…
That year the monsoon did not arrive on time. There were other years when the monsoon did not arrive on time but that year…
The story of Nan Phu is not a story. That is to say, it is not fiction. It is real because many people, who…
None of us, present in the crematorium was blood-relation of KKK .We believe, the last rituals are to release the departed soul from all…
“Ee…..ya a….rgh….” The trumpet of an angry elephant somewhere, jolted Velu to wake up. He lay dazed a few seconds under his torn blanket.…
There was blood in Joe’s hands, clothes and on the floor. It was Janet who saw him first. She was alerted by her kid’s…
The ring of the bell came like a hard shove, tipping June off her imagination into the decaying, wooden walls of the bar. She…
Chandru’s POV: 9 am: “Ugh… It’s morning… again,” I thought to myself, lying on my bed, while the sun flares hit my eyes. Sometimes…
The Barua household had been bustling with activity for the last seven days. Sri Gopal Barua, the head clerk of the Government Boys Secondary…
