The younger of the two boys thought the garden was great. His older cousin thought it was pretty good too; a respectable garden. It went from one end of the
It was the winter I stayed at Patlikuhl, in my Tibetan boarding school in rural north India, a small, isolated school tucked in a narrow valley between the hills of
Parvathamma hurried down the lane as fast as she could manage while keeping an eye out for slush-filled potholes. She was dressed in her best silk sari and she had
Something was wrong, Gul Naar thought. Her dolls were moving. They had turned into living things. They were laughing and talking to each other. Even her favourite doll Batur, with
It had been more than twelve days, and the stream of evacuees was moving endlessly. The Japanese, along the other bank of the Irrawaddy River and climbing uphill through Taunggyi,
With the morning cold gradually fading, my wife Gyurmed and I wait impatiently in front of the US Immigration Office in California. Conversations and occasional laughter become louder as more
Indians, and some Pakistanis, rave about a piece of pure fiction, willing to believe it as fact.
A short story
For years, I have wanted to write this episode from my childhood, as the growing years have finally dispelled whatever mystery shrouded it; a mystery, which as
A short story
Maya Keshari Tuladhar was born with mischievous eyes and a precocious smile. She emanated such airs that all her visiting relatives unwittingly placed that little extra money
A short story
Major Black was born in the jungle, miles from Colombo, the youngest of sons. He graduated school. He captained the team. As was the custom, he ate
When I moved into the house, it was the children that I noticed first. They were playing cricket in the maidan facing the backyard. Quite good cricket, with makeshift wickets
When I was young 1 thought Ammi was very lucky. In fact I was a little jealous of her. I say a little because of course she was my mother
