THE VICTIMS

"Sardar ji, kithey?" Preeto called out from inside the kitchen. Sardar ji went about tying his turban around the frown lines on his forehead. He wrapped the final end of the cloth and tucked it inside securely. "Main kahya ji, where are you going now?" Preeto emerged from the kitchen, her hands covered with wet …

A fistful of berries

She wasn't willing to feed more mouths with her family's share. Babies were tender and vulnerable, you see. They tended to pop anything in their mouths - even poisonous berries.

Book Review – A Forgotten Affair by Kanchana Banerjee

This book is a unique mix of romance and suspense. It is fast-paced and gripping. Almost like a thriller. One awesome debut by Kanchana Banerjee!

A tale of two (unfortunate) jokes

This one cartoon, however, crossed a line. It was humiliating and disgusting and represented the very bias we women fight against on a daily basis.

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

her trembling hands couldn't even hold them for a minute. They dropped to the floor and scattered with the wind from the whirring fan. Sweat beads dripped down her forehead and soaked her kurta. "I'll show her!" She grit her teeth and clenched her stubby fingers, digging her long painted nails into her skin.

Retribution

Charu thrashed playfully in the water. "Save me! Save me!" "Quit it, Charu. Let me read." "Riya, why don't you atleast dip your feet?" "With my limp? Huh!" "What limp?" Charu chuckled, then took another dip. A swim in the river were her favourite summer past-time. Riya grimaced at her twin, then turned her gaze …

Chhat and nostalgia

Firecrackers in a distance. It's five in the morning, and I had just woken up. Somewhere the morning Arghya was going on offcourse! I visualized men and women, dipped upto their waists in freezing cold water, offering their prayers to the rising sun. And instantly I was transported several years ago to my childhood days, …

Wind beneath my wings

His mouth reeked of alcohol, but his words reeked of a mind that had rotted. Yet, I said nothing, just cried alone, curled up on the floor, hoping all night, he would come to his senses. That he would hug me tenderly and apologize. After that he never came to me unless it was to …

Scar ….

Scar .... "Anshu caressed her hair as she got down from the car, making sure the scars were beneath them." This story is dedicated to all young girls who think they’re not pretty enough. Maybe it’s their complexion, or their weight or some facial feature. Having myself been through this adolescent insecurity, I understand now …

A Baby to spare

A new born baby's cries attracted the attention of neighbours to a public toilet in the area. Rescue workers found a baby boy stuck in the sewage pipe of the squat style toilet. When they could not pull him out, they literally had to cut away a section of the pipe to rescue him. Thankfully …