Known Turf

Squeeze your lids over your irises, until the inner mirror fogs over, and say the word ‘freedom’. What image do you see? I see a keen blue a...

'Bhagat Singh aur Dutt' another poem from 'Zabt-shuda Nazmein', also filed under 'anonymous'. I found it particularl...

This is a poem from the Urdu collection ' Zabt-shuda Nazmein '. Perhaps on account of censorship or fear of reprisals, many poets wr...

 When I first began work on my own, as a freelance writer, I had decided to give myself permission to write in any genre, form or style with...

लाश ये किसने लाश फेंक दी जवानियों की राह में अभी नमूद-ए-ज़िन्दगी बसी ना थी निगाह में अभी दरीचा-ए-सहर खुला ना था अभी फ़सूं-ए-तीरगी मिटा न...

When the traffic light turned red, kids would dart up. Peering into the auto-rickshaw, tapping at the cab window, they offered a dozen roses...

  A nkhon  dekhi , a Hindi phrase referring to an event that one has personally witnessed, was adopted as the title for a 2013 film where Ba...

Consider the zombie. What separates it from a human? Both walk, both get hungry, both are capable of violence, both can – in different ways ...

Among the nicer things to happen in 2020: Prelude to a Riot won the Tara Literature Live! Award for fiction. Here's the announcement on...

Bread, Cement, Cactus: A memoir of belonging and dislocation  is available in the USA, UK and in India, in print as well as in ebook format....

Here's a short story I wrote about a year ago. It was inspired by Twitter fights. It was published in the Griffith Review's special ...