He says, I’m an ascetic. Then molests a girl. She says, gender equality. Then whines over reservations. He says, I want to change the world. But he spits on the road. She says, I’m not a faker. But spends hours on photoshop. They say, we want justice, peace. They incite to break, maim, wage war.…
Remember as kids how much we loved receiving ‘ashirwad’ money? When the fifth cousin from Dad’s side would visit in what was a once-in-the-lifetime (or once-in-a-long-long-time, or why-do-I-even-care-how-long-a-time) family visit and hand us a rolled-up bank-note (or two, if they were feeling generous) with the customary tagline – beta, isse chocolate kharid lena (buy yourself a…
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Sucharita Dutta-Asane is an upcoming talent in the Indian short-story circle and it’s easy to see why. With her lyrical writing style and empathetic approach to social flaws and topics that are taboo, she creates stories from seemingly everyday occurrences that still make the reader pause and reflect. Dutta-Asane is an independent editor and short-story…
You know the feeling when you’ve been gone a long, long time and you suddenly come back into the same company you left behind, waving enthusiastically at people, like you never left them in the first place? That feeling of unsurety, the sense of a chasm of social awkwardness between you and them? Do you…
Shopping malls are so much fun, aren’t they? All your favourite brands lined up in one location. The latest trends on display, beckoning you (or your wallet)… Come take a taste. Try me out. You want it. We know… we know. And you’re lured in by the smell of fresh fabric, the jazzy music and…
As I crept through the night Holding my pants really tight I waited for it to be true To be kept awake the night through. The warning was clear and mighty Will blow your candles and nightie. It howled and whistled for a while, Rustling the leaves and the textiles. It thundered a little, it…
