Monthly Archives: February 2020

A resounding burp announced the end of Muthappa Shetty’s midday meal. As if on cue, his wife Laxmi came out of the kitchen and cleared his plate. Muthappa stood up quickly, straightening his crisp and spotlessly clean white shirt. With … Continue reading →

We’re putting together a set of pencils. As long as you look, feel, write, perhaps even smell like a pencil – no matter the size, nor colour, nor presence of an end eraser anymore (or ever) – you can be … Continue reading →

I read, I watch, I hear windows break, doors break, and skulls too. My own window is intact; my door is safely locked. Yet the tremors of shattering glass Wring my gut. The ogre sits to my right Pulls me towards it and … Continue reading →