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Largesse – Suzanna, Suzanna

Kate Sarah, a writer from Darjeeling (also a Redendron Ink author), in her novel Largesse crafts yet another mind-blowing chapter, so be prepared to catch your breath every three seconds.

Taboo | Aizawl Hijra

Her slender body moved with the rhythm. Her hair was long till her waist, a black veil that one could see at the exaggerated shampoo ads. Her black jeans further diminished her limbs to a woody menagerie. Her waist had suffered a massive change, anyone could have easily mistaken her for a woman.

Outside The Book Closet

The quaint little bookstore stood at the farthest corner of the road. The sunlight quite didn’t reach it and the smell of damp moss permeated the air. The little abbreviations on the door once golden were now rusty. The door seemed old and creaky and the dust settles on it almost as thickly as snow. … Read moreOutside The Book Closet

A Night in Kumartali

One humid Kolkata night, as the remnants of the previous night’s bottle found itself depleting, I walked out to the neighbourhood bootlegger. The setting of the area seemed to be an unvarying one – the endless alternating between the dim light and the tranquil darkness, the shuffling footsteps, the limp figures seeking darker shades in … Read moreA Night in Kumartali

The Pretty Circle of Life

Nine years ago. Snip, snip. The snippets of callously cut hair falls on the ground of the salon. She looks at herself in the mirror. Chubby cheeks, round face, a bit of acne – exactly what most fifteen year olds look like. She looks into the mirror and feels slightly self conscious. Her mother is … Read moreThe Pretty Circle of Life

Largesse – Largesse

Prologue It has been two hours, the wheels roll on the dusty asphalt road while silence sits with the three riders. The car shines deep blue. It is two weeks old, a Volkswagen. Noah is seated at the back, he can smell the fresh leather. His brother hasn’t removed the plastic from the seat. It … Read moreLargesse – Largesse

Andhyaroo

By Wangchuk Bhutia It was early afternoon and the sky was confused whether it was winter,  summer or the monsoons. I  strolled up and down Kalimpong’s  Main Road three times and an unfamiliar feeling that I managed to recognize at once struck me heavily, bluntly; it stabbed me and it cloaked me. It was this … Read moreAndhyaroo