A Double-Income Family
When Mrs Mehra leaves Delhi she retires in one of ‘the vast new satellite townships on the eastern fringes of the metropolis’.
About Her and the Memories That Belong to Her
‘If I were to forget, then it would be the same as it never having existed at all.’
‘As a kid, he played video games and roughhoused on the beach and joined a gang.’
Dreamed in Stone
’You were a chasm that cracked and turned into stones, and then the stones lay there, beautifully laid, in a wall.‘
‘What am I doing in London? And what’ll I do once I’m back in India?' Amit Chaudhuri on identity, youth and nostalgia.
Hara had stumbled on a kind of play, as if they were sisters left alone by their parents for the first time to explore the different ways a day could be deconstructed.
Every Person’s Little Treasure
‘It occurred to Ana that this was a woman who often left things hanging.’
‘The second year, I noticed before anyone else that the Coelophysis was trying to escape.’
George and Elizabeth
‘She could see, or was starting to, that someone out there was seeing him, watching him.’
Her Lousy Shoes
‘On good days, he could believe that that was exactly what he appeared to be: pedestrian, a pedestrian, a walker, walking, going places, on the ups, possessing two healthy feet at least.’
Honk Honk to Udvada
‘Oh Uncle, it’s such a historical day,’ said Zahra. ‘The eight hundredth anniversary of our arrival in India after we faced so much persecution in Iran, and we’re going to such a big bash, and all you can think about is emus. What will Dr Billimoria think of our family?’
‘I have heard the item girls singing each to each. / I do not think they will sing to me.’
Krapp Hour (Act 2)
‘this is my theory of her awake all night worrying about little wild animals active in the dark’
‘The word money popped up like a bit of the ocean’s detritus riding in on a wave, but her lips formed the words ‘Merry Christmas’.’
‘When Enebeli Okwara sent his girl out in the world, he did not know what the world did to daughters.’ 2015 Commonwealth Short Story Prize – regional winner for Africa.
Look Out, Narendran!
A madman is dead set on blowing up the Taj Mahal, and there’s only one pair of detectives who can stop him. Tamil Pulp Fiction at its best.
‘She felt things under the skin: scars where the body had torn during childbirth, clumps of cellulite, lobules and ducts.’
‘He’s not himself’, Mum says in the kitchen. Well, who is he then? Is he 40 per cent of his young self? Ten? Do I still have to love him as much as ever, this 90 per cent stranger?
She had already imagined it all, so much so that when she finally did see him, she felt unable to speak.
Younger Daughter’s declaration that ‘Othello sucks’ prompts a conflicted response from Father.
Poor Lucky Kolyvanova
‘The red girls’ school stood opposite a grey boys’ school, built five years after it as if to proclaim the rational symmetry of the world.’
‘There were rules to the game. I could not lose my virginity and I had to be careful not to let a boy go further than I wanted to.’
Robertus Heimric, Welcome Back
‘He was the one survivor who remembered nothing.’