In “The Taste of Onion on his Tongue”, Susmita Bhattacharya’s widow has “nowhere to go…”
“…I wait by the window, and watch other people. Especially him. His window is opposite ...
When the sky deepens into shades of violet, I wait by my window. The street, so deserted in the afternoon, except for the mewling cats foraging in the bins, has ...
Bhama looked out of the window and saw he was still there, squatting under the mango tree opposite her house. He was decently dressed, though his mundu was dusty and ...
“Let’s go to the market before going back,” smiled Janet, setting her cup on the saucer with a clatter. It meant she was done and ready to leave – now. ...
