South Asia Speaks Fellows
Jhonaki's obsession with the hippos started after her parents' deaths. It was as if grief didn't want to enter her body, so it gently stepped aside and made way for obsession to settle instead.
If she wasn't playing tag with us at the abandoned, moss-ridden neel kuthi the day her parents died, she would have died too ... continue reading
by Shah Tazrian Ashrafi
Mentored by Karan Mahajan
The slope was red with bricks and blood. More bricks dropped from the sky like missiles. Once in a while, a bottle of acid or a petrol bomb made its presence felt among the variety of objects being hurled. Amid the clash of religious slogans and verbal abuses, gunshots were heard. The riot was at its zenith – and my home lay exactly in the middle of it.
Anger rose in the hearts of men flooding the streets. ‘Har har Mahadev!’ they shouted... continue reading
by Zeyad Masroor Khan
Mentored by Isaac Chotiner
Everything in front of her was blue and green, golden and bright. The air was pleasant and crisp except for the whiff of cow dung, which did not bother Anisha all that much, not as much as the cow dung itself – splattered on the road, there for the entire day until the cleaners arrived late in the evening and ... continue reading
by Atharva Pandit
Mentored by Prayaag Akbar
Pothivelu Pandaram swayed as he got up. He steadied himself for a second by gripping the wooden frame around the bed from which the mosquito net hung. Once his dizziness passed, he groped his way along the wall to the right to fetch the matchbox he usually kept in the crescent-shaped hollow gouged into the wall, when his foot made contact with a small copper water-pot at ... continue reading