PinnedburntroseThe World’s a StageNikhil wasn’t acting since the beginning of his memory, as his claims often seem to suggest. His acting started in the eighth standard, his…Aug 2, 20222Aug 2, 20222
PinnedburntroseOur sky too smallMy mum once emptied a packet of salt in a jar of sugar-a singular incident that served as an indictment of her abysmal housekeeping skills…Dec 4, 2023Dec 4, 2023
PinnedburntroseTurncoat/ Sameeksha Dutta/ Issue 04 — gulmohurI came after my brother, in the same month of November, just three years and twelve days later, when the winter is just setting in and…Dec 3, 20211Dec 3, 20211
burntroseAll That Is GreyI have often struggled with the idea of separating the writer from the written.Apr 25, 2023Apr 25, 2023
burntroseMaskedDilip sat waiting in the car, his legs propped up on the seat, his right arm dangling outside the window. An old Kishore Kumar played on…Mar 20, 20231Mar 20, 20231
burntroseA problem is as big as you make itThe house was silent and heavy, with words precipitated from yesterday bearing down on the apartment. Mr. Sen stood at the door he had…Oct 10, 2022Oct 10, 2022
burntroseFiction over Fact?As an ardent preacher and practitioner of fiction, I am often faced with the question of whether my work or fiction in general, adds any…Jul 7, 2022Jul 7, 2022
burntroseThe Red TracksuitMr. Sen sat in the blue glare of the laptop, his eyes a little too close to the screen, his fingers tracing the line of the six-digit OTP…Mar 16, 20221Mar 16, 20221
burntroseForgottenBrinda woke up, the side of her body in contact with the bed, drenched in sweat. She looked up, the misaligned fan placed directly over…May 30, 20211May 30, 20211
