It was 11:55 p.m. when he stepped out of Moscow’s Lefortovo Metro Station. His whole body ached; his legs trembled. His eyes were sleepy.…
The weather had turned for the worse after a brief promise of spring. It was March and there was a gray that lurked in…
MRS. MISTRY SHUFFLED ALONG THE NARROW AISLE THAT LED FROM THE front to the back of the laundrette. A row of plastic seats to…
That was the first day of Navratri, Ghat-Sthapana day. That evening most of the ladies had put on gorgeous dresses and were in a…
She was the one. The one he was going to marry. When her father arrived from the city of Kazan, far away on the…
Haven’t we met before? he had asked me. We hadn’t. But it did make me pause awhile. He seemed familiar. He possibly reminded me…
He turned his head for a quick second in the direction of the digital clock on his table, which announced 11.15 PM. The last…
So this is what I did waking up one starless, dolor-filled night- I looked into the sky and words trickled down my mind and…
It was a sunny Sunday morning of October; Mayur was lying on his bed thinking about the good old time he spent with his…
They’d been over it many times. He’d read her passages from a wide array of Holy Scripture – all of them spoke of Divine…
We are minor in everything but our passions. Elizabeth Bowen, 1938 Back in the Twentieth Century, near the village of Campello, in the…
