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It stood in a damp patch of soil, squat. forlorn, mostly weary. The small branches had been snapped off and now tiny mounds of gnarled bark waved their stumpy fists in the air in mute rage. Beneath the ground was a jagged edge where the axe had spliced through, shredding the pith into a million...

It is the first night of Ramadan. At Sivaji Nagar in the heart of Bangalore, the market comes alive. It is also the night a killer decides to go out in public for the first time as a woman. In the bustling market she finds her victim and lures him into a narrow dark lane but she is interrupted by a young male prostitute. At first he is merely someone muscling in on her territory but when he recognizes the true face beneath the killer’s make up, his life is irrevocably changed.…

Balarama, a wealthy farmer and wrestling teacher, and his brother Krishna live in Vrindavan in northern India. Balarama hires Shyama, an educated and ambitious Dalit girl to help his wife Revathi with a new farming venture. Around the same time, Bheema, a young Dalit worker, joins the...

Stazione ferroviaria di Bangalore, India. Akhila, single quarantacinquenne da sempre confinata nel ruolo di figlia, sorella, zia, è a un passo dal realizzare il suo grande sogno: salire su un treno gloriosamente sola, sistemarsi in una delle cuccette riservate alle signore e partire alla volta di una meta lontana, il paesino in riva al mare di Kanyakumari.

"The cat uncurled, It stretched and flexed. Then it blinked. Fish bones of sleep still clung to the cat. A queer kind of fatigue that rattled within his bones and hugged with the insistence of cankers. For a moment, the cat stared unseeingly. Then he allowed routine to take over"...

No one ever called me by my name again. Not Anjali, my given name or Kalyani, Madhavan's family had decided was to be my married name. All of them just called me Bonda....' Set in Chennai, Why I Killed My Husband is about a woman whose quiet dreams are destroyed day after day by what her...

"Once in a while the cloud parts, and there comes a moon with the texture of Carrara. This marble orb has powers known to wizards and witches. The power to enchant and bewitch. To transform mortals into heavenly beings and their everyday act to sensuous excesses." Listen to "To...

Shree Raman, or Maash as he is known, leads a quiet life in his village in Kerala where nothing ever happens. Until one December dawn, when the ducks and the little duck girl, not so little any more, return to the village after several years of absence and light up Maash's life again. The year...

The night is dark velvet, oozing blackness in giant drops. A darkness that shadows everything that dares disturb its fabric. A steady hum rises through the air. A glint of silver; a flash of life. Who dares to be out on such a night when only demons stir? Listen to "A Prayer for Sax"...

लोणच्यासारखं लग्न मुरलं की त्याचा एक साईडइफेक्ट म्हणजे अतिपरिचयात अवाज्ञा होऊन एकमेकांचा जाम कंटाळा वगैरे...

"As time goes by - Indian woman, 34, well-educated, successful, professional, 5'" slim, fit, spontaneous, vivacious, gourmet cook, extra-terrestrial believer looking to share friendship with 36-45 emotionally and intellectually successful loving woman. Laughing, fine dining - belief in...

"There he sits. Tie-and-dye-robed, apple seeds coiled around his neck, beaming an aura of flower power. There he sits, deep in thought amidst his pot, roots, tubes, herbs, and the black cat with the raspberry tongue." Listen to "Come to bed, my Pretty" written and narrated...

How easy it is to dismiss me as a creature of no consequence. Yes, my dear friend, even you do it. The truth is, most people think they know everything there is to know about moths. It's all been recorded, transcribed and even published. Listen to "Behe-moth" written and narrated by...

"Six o'clock. There is about this time a certain weariness. An intensity of grey that makes a man feel life is passing him by and that there is no way he can control what is happening to him. He is helpless, for how can he prevent the thickening of his arteries or the clouding of his eyes?...

"The Witch stood at the intersection of 145th and Amsterdam Avenue and took a deep breath. The chill of the kerb perforated the ancient leather of her shoes, invaded her woollen socks and seeped into her bones" Listen to "the Witch Wife's Tale" written and narrated by Anita...

"For many days now, i have been coming to this place. it is on the Street of Darkness" Listen to "The madness of heracles" written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel...

Meet Savita and our nameless narrator, who secure admission in a medical college in Karnataka. All through their young lives, they have had to struggle with the ugliness of caste discrimination and all through they endured it telling themselves that everything would be different once they were...

"There is a world that huddles beneath the feet of every New Yorker. A subterranean realm of acrid grey, steamy lie and greasy fumes. In this devil basement, dank steel caterpillars, christened with molten metal alphabets on their deadpan foreheads, prowl hither and thither." Listen...

It hangs there in the cupboard. Breathing in through its many pores the combined fragrance of mothballs and air-fresheners, and the mustiness of damp. A muddy grey, it falls from the outstretched arms of the hanger, the skin of a beast from which the soul has fled. Limp, lifeless and deceptively...

"Someone - may be Arun - had drawn a pink heart on a yellow post-it and stuck in on her dashboard. Ila smiled at the pink heart and crumpled in into a ball. If only, she thought ruefully. She had his love and loyalty; as for his body, it was in offer for the pretty young boys he picked up...