By Rohma Sadaqat
Picture this… a crowded store, large signs screaming the arrival of a highly-anticipated sale, fleet-footed store workers re-stocking shelves and fetching orders, customers with their arms loaded in long lines at the checkout counters.
Continue reading Some people don’t have a queue on what they’re doing
By Suresh Pattali
Yesterday, Shehala Sherin was an effervescent girl brimming with life, hopes and dreams. Today, she is remembered as a martyr of the rot gnawing at the mindset of India’s most literate state. Shehala died on November 20 after being bitten by a snake inside her classroom and denied prompt treatment.
Continue reading It’s the venom in the heart, not the snake, that kills
By Alvin R. Cabral
Allow me to present an alternate universe to the gentleman’s piece above. And when I say ‘alternate universe’, I mean reality — one that would make you feel better for either him or I, depending where your view is from. Continue reading Good fences make good neighbours. I wish I just had those
By Bikram Vohra
My friend is fighting with his neighbours. Fighting with neighbours is big business, especially if you live in blocks of flats with six inches of space between each other and start off your relationship on the boil. Expats have this tendency to come so close to each other until there is no sun peeking through. Literally in each other’s laps. Then the kids fight, the wives have a misunderstanding, the husbands come home after being slagged off by the boss in a sour mood and now they have to take sides and the frost settles in. Continue reading Not-so-good neighbour Sam
By Anjana Sankar
“Can I pay €35 to attend a university party?”, the message flashed on my WhatsApp last Friday evening.
“Is it okay if I take a membership in a sports club? It costs €75. Hope you don’t mind.” This was the Friday before.
Continue reading When emptiness conquered my nest, I befriended time
By Bikram Vohra
November 23, for some reason, is being seen as the peak day for marriages and in India, they are running out of flowers. And horses for grooms to ride on. It is like an epidemic of adoration and Cupid on overtime.
By Sami ha Zen
There are deaths that haunt you and the memories linger for unknown reasons. Fathima Latheef is one name I cannot take off my mind.
