View From The Top Of The Tank

I felt a poke in my breast. “Sorry, that wasn't intentional,” Genie said. I looked involuntarily at the space between our seats on ...

“So, where are we going, Genie?” I asked. Silence. “May I see your passport?” “No.” “Er, are you an Indian national?” “Yes. I am....

(Illustration by A. Peter) The day after Christmas I stared at the wasted bodies. Fish had too much mulled wine and were bobbing...

Starry night. Christmas is here. Joy to the world (Illustration by A. Peter) We stared at the little head, peeping out of the basket...