The Morgue

Concept by Snigdha Sengupta-Haji Illustrated by Nithesh Xavier Breswana was a sprawling village that sat halfway up an impressiv...

My river does not replenish itself. I sit by it every day, pants folded up to my knees, Feet trailing, making patterns in its flow. I ...

We were moving West now, four children stumbling through the ceaseless tundra. Fatty was lagging behind as usual. His ragged breaths formi...

Manjula awoke from a fitful sleep while it was still dark and fumbled around for her mobile phone. Her heart sank as she saw it was alread...

The densely forested hills gleamed in the ferocity of the sun, which was an irregular visitor to these parts. For once, no wet blanket smo...

“Good morning, ma’am, take a seat.” “Thank you, Officer.” “Would you like anything to drink? Tea, coffee, water?” “No, that’s all right.” ...

I am Time. I am Fury. I am Hate. I was nothing. And then, all at once, I was. Nothing exists that can encapsulate what that initial explo...