Lesser Adjutant in the Sundarbans by Saniar Rahman RahulStanding in the Quiet
I spent this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet in the kitchen. I am not a handy person, and after twenty minutes of twisting wrenches and getting nowhere, I just sat down on the floor. The house was completely silent. It is strange how we…
Love's Dawn by Anastasia MarkusThe Morning of the Soul
Seneca once remarked that every new day is a life in miniature, a small span of time that begins with the rising sun and ends with the quietude of sleep. We often treat our commitments as heavy, static things, forgetting that they are, in truth,…
Shadow Street Cricket by Karthick SaravananThe Long Reach of Noon
The sun is a heavy hand. It presses down on the earth, stretching everything until it breaks. A man becomes a line. A movement becomes a ghost.
We play at being solid. We run. We swing. We chase the dust as if it were a prize. But look…