Tag: Fiction


  • It was time. The time; when I fell in love with the fall of darkness, when dying light of the day slowly yields to the devouring darkness of night. It was the time when I fell in love with the sensually unabashed darkness, silently nestling the verdure fields of rice and the far and wide…

  • Reclining against the mud-plastered wall, Gull Khanโ€™s soft-natured wife Noor opened the copper lid of the samovar, blew a mouthful of air into its chimney, and after adding a pinch of salt in the tea, she dropped the lid back with a shrill clank. The steam that leapt out spread a milky smell across the…

  • โ€œAnything can happen. Here can be there, then can be now, up can be down, truth can be lies. Everythingโ€™s slip-sliding around and thereโ€™s nothing to hold on to. The whole thing has come apart at the seams.โ€ Published in two parts, 1605 and 1615, Don Quixote remains the most influential work of literature from the Spanish…

  • Zendburgh Zevane is buried under a three-inch-thick sheet of fluffy white snow; it is snowing hard and silence weighs down the air, save few faint and intermittent dog barks. A rigid tall man scurries through the Thallstreet, crackling the snow beneath his feet, making the sound akin to a mouth chewing on a thousand grains…

  • Salmaโ€™s father shivered with cold as it was raining outside. He wore a tired look and lazily stroked his unkempt beard. Seated on a wooden bench he began biting his fingernails.  When called in by the doctor he signed the papers with his trembling hand and marked the date (1/12/1991) under his crooked name and…

  • New Delhi: Mirza Waheed speaks the way he writes: with care. Ask this Kashmiri novelist a question, he looks a tad flustered. He averts his eyes, fidgets with his fingers and weighs his words before he finally answers the query. I spend time writing my sentences, I donโ€™t want to hurry. And I am not a…