NOTE: This is a work of fiction. It comes from the mind of Sarbari Sen, a world famous chef in her family. She feeds one husband, one daughter, one son and their many friends as often as she can. When not making rosgullas she dabbles in homeopathy, tolerates her kids and concocts tales…Continue reading→
Everything!
In Chronological Order
Punjabi in England – Plan Draft v 0.0
Planning is fundamental to any endeavor. It is fun and the way we do it is quite mental. Let’s assume, or in this case, take as the truth, that we are initiating the planning phase of a two-week trip. It could be anywhere, but since you’ve read the title of…Continue reading→
Punjabi in England – The Romance Explained
A bit of background! It is a well known fact that I’ve longed and dreamed of visiting England. To understand how much England meant to me growing up, you need to understand the circumstances of my birth, my upbringing, the influences that shaped my view of the world and gave…Continue reading→
One Year Ago
In the November of 2014, I wrote a short story. It was very raw, very abrupt and it didn’t really work. But it did have one central theme that seemed to have lots of potential. I showed it to Anjana Dutt and we went back and forth over it for several weeks….Continue reading→
Johnny be Dead
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was high, he didn’t pay it any mind. He had his boots on and he walked on down the hallway. He came to a door and he stepped outside. It was a stormy Monday. He knew Tuesday would be just as…Continue reading→
Ecks and Vi
Ecks was lonely, they said. Ecks didn’t think so. He was always busy, doing something that most people thought was doing nothing. Jay Ecks was 42 and single and this made people click their tongue and make sympathetic noises. In their book, loneliness, or being alone, was not a desirable…Continue reading→
How to bear a bear
This is triggered by someone else’s memory. Usually, as you are well aware by now, it is triggered by one of my own memories. However, every once in a while I see a passing bit of text passing before my tired old eyes and “I say, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey,…Continue reading→
Right Hand Man – Chapter 6
“Where to, Chief? Back to HQ?” Goon grunted. Fatty slipped in the clutch and pulled out of his parking slot outside the tiny coffee shop. Goon wiggled to make himself comfortable in his seat. Fatty gave him a sidelong glance. “So what really happened, Chief?” “What?” “Inspector Jenks. You know…Continue reading→
Right Hand Man – Chapter 5
Goon and Fatty exchanged glances. There was a moment of silence before Goon cleared his throat. “Would you please explain, Mrs. Miller? What makes you think someone is trying to kill you?”, he asked. “It’s quite obvious, isn’t it”, said the old lady, “why else would I find a skateboard…Continue reading→
Iris
< An edition of this story first appeared in Unbound EMagazine. > Andrew Quinn had spent 8 years writing. Burned out from playing corporate games, Andrew had turned off, tuned out, and then dropped out. He was 48 years old with a receding forehead, an aquiline nose and curls greying at…Continue reading→
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