Arpita was lost in the sheer beauty of floating over the ground. She felt like a beautiful bird. She savoured the feeling. She felt free.

Perhaps this was why Naheed had chosen not to confide even in us; she may have thought we would not trust her too and continued to bear the agony alone.

In the last 25 years, Urmila hadn’t changed at all. She was still the vulture as she had been back then. Only her prey had changed. Our Muse of the Month series this year focus on stories that pass the Bechdel test, and are written on inspiration from a new prompt every month. This month, the […]

I tried to calm them but it was as if their worst fears were coming true. Sleep eluded us and next morning we went to the local police station to file a complaint. Our Muse of the Month series this year focus on stories that pass the Bechdel test, and are written on inspiration from […]

It seemed strange that Amma could have an existence independent of Appa. Did her mother even have a personality of her own, or opinions that weren’t her father’s? She didn’t know.