Literary Special 2015

Departures and arrivals

Departures and arrivals

THE rooms were clanging with emptiness. The movers had taken away the furniture and stacked it in the garage. Only the cardboard boxes and cartons remained, hundreds and hundreds of them, it seemed to Sabera, neatly lined up around the walls of the living room. The house already felt unfamiliar. No longer her home of years…

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Excerpts from Cold Feet

Excerpts from Cold Feet

Chapter 1
I AM Norberta.
I was the first. The other came after. He split from me.
She called him Norbert…

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Two olives for the scarecrow

Two olives for the scarecrow

THE waiter had made a blunder. Again! Zafar was looking at the glass. In the dimmed blue light, the Martini looked ethereal. Well, semi-ethereal because there was only one olive in it…

January 26, 2015 · 1 comment · Literary Special 2015
Exorcism of the phantom of inaction

Exorcism of the phantom of inaction

SOHEL is sitting on a chair with some books on a table before him. He is lost in meditation ransacking his golden treasure hoarded in his memory for a tiny ray of light which, after being activated by the unifying force…

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Kelly’s Circus

Kelly’s Circus

RINI felt worn out when she woke up to the Sunday morning’s glaring sun. The howling of her neighbour’s two dogs made it difficult to stay in bed. This is only the beginning of summer…

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Caterpillar

Caterpillar

LIA took one last look at her reflection in the mirror and then grabbed her schoolbag. Her hands were shaking but she chalked it up to the freezing weather outside…

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A pink bar of soap

A pink bar of soap

IT WAS a high decibel afternoon: a detuned, remixed Dhallywood number belted out from a tong shop in rank bad amplification; a Coca Cola truck rattled further up the street; somewhere in a side alley a flock of motorcycles revved…

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Epitaph

Epitaph

‘YOU know I heard someone passing by my room wearing anklets. The noise came from the veranda, taking down the four steps and crossing my room, and went towards the back of our house…

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Him and her

Him and her

A SALT-and-pepper bearded man appeared. He wore a knitted topee that covered his full head. Once the topee was white but now turned into grey and its edge looked greasy…

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Mandrem in winter

The dog is sleeping on the sand
Old gold light spreads on the land
Jewel chinks through straw and thatching
Baby crows squeaking scratching…

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Dusk

The dusk came unaware,
I would rather watch the
sun sink in your eyes than
be bathed in the purple hues,
reflected in the gathering clouds,
the golden light of a dying sun…

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Be still, in his mind

Raise your hand
Uncover the sight of skin
From under the twists of sheets
Loving of the light that is welcomed in…

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Beloved

How would you incubate
This beloved rush?
Containment only, till the hours burn out…

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The storm

Clouds merge, gathering heavy and dense,
I dream of its humid darkness, like the depths of your eyes, still yet raging…

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True deep

Feel the sun on my arms, my legs my eyes and the sunbeams feel me in turn, gently giving in.
The tang of salt in my mouth as the full moon assaults, silver arcs gently slicing through a restless body, caresses until I reach the sand, a warm embrace…

January 26, 2015 · 0 comments · Literary Special 2015

One kilogram of holy meat

IT WAS about time to go back to London, after my annual six-week summer holiday in Bangladesh. All the packing and other bits were done, and I was looking at my two travelling suitcases…

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