“River”

Even today as she lay one last time in the house she had entered as a child bride some 70 years ago, Amma smelled of the kebabs she had served her family last night. Like in life, in death too Amma had no smell of her own. In all these long years the spices mixed …

“Destitute Night”

"The destitute night stumbles along like a drunkard, in the half lit streets of desire, making out in dark corners where faces are hidden behind bolted masks and, only sweaty palms graze the sins of the flesh as the sultry moon is drenched in exhaustion. Eyes are like constellations Heaving in the chest of the …

“Zeba”

As the noise of the world skims over the surface of the rising fragrance of tea leaves from the pavement below, past the street cloaked in sweaty human footsteps, he sits waiting for her - against the balustrade. Across the street of the bazaar, opposite to where he sits, she is standing in her balcony, …

“ठंडी चीख़”: an anthology

हर रिश्ते की शेल्फ़ लाइफ होती है.....कोई भी रिश्ता हमेशा ताज़ा नहीं रहता, उसे बासी होना पड़ता है। उम्मीदों की हवा ज़्यादा लग जाये तो वक़्त से पहले सूख जाते हैं। झूठ का पानी पड़ जाये तो उनकी मिट्टी सूख जाती है। तब बदन की गर्मी भी उस मिट्टी को जमने नहीं देती। ज़्यादा भर …