Prescript: Last night as we all lie peacefully sleeping in our beds the U.S. bombed Iran, and it sure looks like the Orange Fuhrer is going to get his war, just like Bush II got his war. This all smacks of the war that terrorized my generation which I expound upon in the piece below. This man, who pisses and moans that he didn’t win the Nobel Peace Prize, who is spending billions on his completely unnecessary Board of Peace, who promised the populace that he would never get us involved in “endless wars” is now getting us immersed in what promises to be another endless war. President Say This and Do That, President Child Fucker (yeah I said it, and don’t say that you didn’t think it), President Hooray for Me and to Hell with Everyone Else is not doing this to help the protesting citizens of Iran, because…
Sundays were holidays for Oxford Coaching Academy too, so when my mobile rang that morning, I was in my room, slicing onions on an…
One must be somewhat mad to leave home at half-past four in the morning, but such are the demands of a working life in…
Ananda Mukherjee was, by all accounts, a contented man. At forty-two, he was a respected physics professor at a reputable college in Kolkata. He…
Introduction This collection of short tales from the China-Burma-India Theater of World War II and Johnston Island is my embroidery on stories that my…
My name is Adithya. Everyone calls me Adi. I’m ten years old, and my sister Divya is thirteen, and she thinks she knows everything.…
The trunk of that great tree separated us from our husbands. They sailed on the canoe, and we could hear their laughter. The sun…
Most of the rest of the world doesn’t understand why we have a king. I’m not sure our population does either. It’s not as…
Rosin was a member of my writers’ group in Dublin—a woman in her forties, sturdy yet graceful, with auburn hair, a ready smile, and…
Fozia Khan lay on her Charpoy under the open sky. The night in the Tank district was still. From far away came the sound…
