The bet was Anjali's idea. We had been playing Scrabble since three in the afternoon and by five she had placed so many fake words that ...

She texted at 2 a.m. Not a call. Not a voice note. A photo. May 17th. Seven months since Diwali. Seven months since the last time her name ...

They went on a Saturday afternoon. A lane off a lane off a main road. Old stone. The heritage signboard was there, half-obscured by a tree t...

I heard that line for the first time and did not like it. Ohde pairan di mai dhool ban jawa. My first thought was not recognition. It was a...

She called on a Wednesday. Not a significant day. Not an anniversary of anything, not a birthday, not a day with weather worth remembering....

Priya's kitchen table was covered in the notebooks by 8pm. She read for a long time. He drank the chai she had made and didn't try t...

He told Priya the week he came back from the trip. Properly, the way he had tried to tell Rohan, from the beginning, no softening. They were...

The office trip was Sharma sir's idea, which meant it was mandatory in the way things are mandatory when your manager frames them as opt...

Three days. No chanting. Not faded. Not reduced. Gone. He woke the first morning and lay still for a full minute waiting for it. Nothing. He...

I kept staring at her picture. The screen was dim, but her face wasn't. There was something alive in her eyes. Not metaphorically. Actua...