The Red Purse
The blank page stared like her cat Billi when she wanted something. The cursor blinked furiously, unlike Billi’s steady beguiling eyes. Write something, anything. Just start. But try as she might, Taz couldn’t. What’s wrong with me? Usually, the words…
Shiu!
Based on a true story from my childhood with few bits made up to bridge the gap in memory By Shazia Usman “Shiu!” “Shiu!” “Shiu!” …was the name being screeched incessantly by a shrill voice one fine morning in Totoya…
Kaluti: Disrupting a Lifetime of Colourism
“You have the most beautiful daughters, like guddis…choti white dolls,” said one aunty to another, as they sat atop a padded white tarpaulin on the ground, rolling puris and boondi laddo, surrounded by other aunties. “I just want to take…