Widow Street. Quite a macabre name, isn’t it? The name doesn’t exist in any official document. But this was how the story goes. In the fringes of the town of Guwahati more than seventy years ago, a country road stretched between vast farmlands owned and tilled by unlettered Karbi tribesmen. They lived in modest houses made of bamboo and hay in the surrounding hills. During the sunny afternoons under the shade of the coconut plantations, the tribesmen would take a break from their farming and sit down for lunch. Their food was very traditional. A plate of boiled rice. A bowl of fish soup. A small bunch of chopped vegetables. And occasionally pork and chicken. Fish were caught from the nearby Bahini River. Lunch was usually brought down from the hills by their womenfolk in bell metal utensils. Later, they would go back to working in their ancestral fields, growing…
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The woman hung the polythene sheet over the dripping leaves of the hedge, expertly running it under the tree’s low-hanging boughs. The child whimpered.…
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Whenever she entered the classroom, Jameela felt like she had horns sprouting out of her head everyone stared at her strangely with wide eyes.…
Oh Akbash dog, we sing your praises; we have seen the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the impossible performed by you. Since you were a puppy,…
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Author: Betsy Lerner New York: Grove Press. Copyright 2024. Pages: 272 Price: $ 28.00 (Hardcover) As an author, Betsy Lerner first burst onto the…
Her legs. Below a pleated skirt. Dancing down the steps. The first thing he saw. Just to the knees. He’d been passing the stepped…
