Short Fiction

Papercut, illustration by Dyuti Mittal

Paper Cut on My Tongue

When we left, we knew we’d probably never find our way back again.

Bandages, illustration by Kamal Singh

Why Else Do You Think I Carry Bandages?

Salves and salvation were two poles, and he, like the Earth itself, was slightly flattened at the doorstep of both.

Trees, illustration by Kamal Singh

Trees

The girl and the boy made love to each other every night, and every night they climaxed knowing that they had climbed trees to get to one another.

Lost Bells, Illustration by Tara Isha

Lost Bells

Even in his blue silk dhoti, Shekhar looks like a walking insect—a fancy walking insect. It is an interesting look for someone with no personality.

Roseapples, illustration by Dyuti Mittal

Hyphens Are Pink

There were moments when our rhythms matched, and our feet, with a muddy shoe or two, were up in the blue sky together.

A Pleasant Kind of Heavy and Other Erotic Stories

The Causes of Blindness

South India is a confusing place to become a young woman: everyone seems so close but we are witness to so little physical embrace, so little touch.