Another Short Story: The Trinity
My new short story in nplus1mag.com When had I started carrying a white lace kerchief? We used to call those kinds of girls Kerchief Kumaris. We used to have names for everyone. And everyone had names for us. We were goddesses. Meena, Annie, and Nayantara. Even our names were like heroines. Meena and Annie...
A new short story: The Singer and the Prince
Thrilled to bits to have a short story in the very cool and utterly self-possessed American magazine nplusone. It begins thus. “How did the singer meet the prince? In all stories of love, we must know how the lovers met, how they met again, how they almost missed each other and, sometimes, how they...
The Gentle Reader
My new story in Pratlipi magazine begins thus: Bangalore Four years ago Sabbah had written eleven short stories about different generations of a family in Madurai. At the time of submission to publishers, she had loved most of the stories. When ten of the stories were picked and arranged into a book called How To Eat...