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FICTION

Marco Polo Travels : 2020 – Amar Mitra

One of them had started for Venice, Italy. Marco Polo, the wanderer, on his way back to Venice, had arrived in a new country. So began this world-travelogue...

Parables of Pandemic – Romel Rahman

One day, a virus-infected patient came to the buffalo in the middle of the night. Hugging the beast, he started wailing. He begged the buffalo to take his disease...

Blue (The Night We Died of Plague) – Giuseppe A. Samonà

All dishevelled, she comes through the woods along the path joining her house to ours, brandishing a newspaper and shouting, cholera! cholera! And indeed the front page announces three or four cases in Naples, maybe even ten – along with mussels, vibrio bacteria, panic...

Purple Candles – Avishek Parui

Feelings from the past haunt the story from inside, sometimes articulated or implicitly revealed, but often not, expressed rather as contradictions, gaps and intensities in physical presence...

What We Really Wanted – Romel Rahman/Abhishek Roy

A satirical take on exploitation and further deprivation of the poor in Pandemic...

The Spy – Mojaffor Hossain

Bereavement and belonging - memories of people banished from the land they love, play at the heart of the story...

A Year In Drowning – Neil Chowdhury and Bishnupriya Chowdhuri

Between you, me and our hatred for each other an ocean came...

Pandemic – Alokparna

April 26,,, 2020 These days I seem to repeat all my actions thrice Otherwise a restlessness gnaws at my insides I get a feeling that the task at hand is not quite complete I wash the same cup three times over I fold a shirt thrice Think the same thoughts three times But of course,,, I...

Dad and the Blue Beetle – Drew Barth

She was right. I knew she was right, but that was the gift he’d lauded for decades whenever someone came to the house. I wanted to keep it, maybe display the comic as Dad had before, and pass it down to my kids eventually. But neither of us had kids, just a funeral bill...