Category: Short Fiction

A BURNING PYRE

The scene was magnificent. A pyre was burning and the peasants, all drunk, were chanting bolo hari, hari bol; bolo hari, hari bol. Some were

TEJA’S DAY WITH A TIGER

Teja’s Day with a Tiger Teja, the great old man, aged seventy five, was sitting on his haunches on the open yard of his tin-hut.

AN OWNER OF A DHABA

One late summer afternoon I was returning back from the day’s rambling around Sarugaon tea garden. I surveyed the long green carpets stretched miles after miles,

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Subhash Chandra
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"A gifted writer"

A gifted versetile writer who writes excellent stories and poems on the invisibles, pariahs, margins, aged, weaklings of our society. A rising star on the literary firmament.
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“Your story Undersell left me with a lump in my throat, so did your poem, He also lights candles.”
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Praise for my poem "Elderly Men Two"

"A finely honed observational piece recording the minutiae of everyday life. Rendered with the author’s customary poetic aplomb suffused with a Borges like quality of the mythic."