Prose

I saw my son, your music teacher Alisherjon. I love you praised. I am so glad that you are...

Why don’t you see what Steve’s up to, said my mother.  True, I was bored. TV was all Watergate...

Early in the morning, Rajesh silently entered his daughter’s room and was happy to see Namita sleeping peacefully, holding...

“First, the graceful violet,” the anchor intones at the school function, starting with the first colour of the VIBGYOR....

            The back room of the seamstress shop served double duty as an apothecary. Jars of dried herbs, roots, and...

Rajika got into her new vehicle proudly. It was a Honda Accord. It’s a busy day for her as...

Tara dreamt in gestures. Fast-moving hands, fingers, eyes, eyebrows, and lips – each contributed to the conversation as gestures...

He wasn’t a Bengali and hadn’t written any literature in the language as well. Yet during the Colonial era,...

                                                   I woke up at 11 am and lay in bed, crying for the next two hours until I...