A short story
Leaving aside his beetle collection, most of Mr Ghosh´s prized possessions had been won in contests. Early on in life he had realised that all he
a short story
Tafalgar Square is a heaving mass, an undulating sea of bodies in the late afternoon sun. Above them, around them, at their feet, like flotsam, peck a
A one-act play by Sanjeev Mohan
Scene: A one-bedroom-hall apartment with all the paraphernalia of middle class life visible: wooden furniture, a battered TV set, pots and
At the same time as India gets ready to launch the 'second phase' of neo-liberal economic 'reforms', the Bharatiya Janata Party-dominated government is trying
Diasporics have generally favoured the technologies that allow for narrowcasting to target specific audiences over those that provide the means for mass communication.
Diasporic communication networks are sometimes viewed as
a short story
Tetramethrin Deltamath had time on his hands and an interest in the sky, so he set across the world, chasing solar eclipses. Packed his bags, kissed his
For Richard Lannoy
Mother Goddess
Pepper vines ring the jackfruit tree
that is her shrine. She claims
tributes of colour: indigo is hers,
and saffron, and carmine.
The rain has
Dina's home is on a hill. A Victorian home, built at the turn of this century and remodelled twice, two storeys high, its window-sills covered with herbs
Every piece of ancient religious statuary from Kathmandu Valley that sits today in the West is stolen property. The gods must be returned from their exile, and until such time, those who presently hold them are merely custodians.
There are many kinds of thieves: smugglers, customs and conservation officials, museum staff, and your venerable neighbourhood priest.
When the American art collector Norton Simon paid one million dollars to
The year of the earth rooster
On the fourth month of the new year we bought one hundred goldfish.
One by one mother dropped the slippery thrashing bodies into the
