Back in 2006 at the age of 11, I was introduced to faith, in the most domestic way possible.

From the beginning we see Benjamin Honey, the patriarch of the island, longing to return to his past, in a garden, the Eden of his childhood where he reminisces about being with a woman who might or might not have been her mother.

The deeper the night, the louder the sound.

“Rapture’s coming, son. We best be happy when we embrace the Lord,” was all I heard him say as he pushed a needle into my arm.

My mother took me on her horse and started to ride south. I clutched my bleeding arm, the pain snapping me fully awake.

If you're Red-marked, you may be forever scarred.

A story of an ordinary man and his very ordinary journey.

'1 new message' is the top winner of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween writing contest Spook-off in the two-sentence fiction category.

'New home' is the top winner of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween writing contest Spook-off in the 100 word fiction category.

The fascination with October’s magic and mystery hasn’t subdued over the centuries. And what can be more magical than falling in love in October?

'The car' is one of the winning entries of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween themed writing contest "Spook-Off". One winning 100-word flash fiction or a two-line horror story will be published each day of the week all the way till Halloween.

'Last visit' is one of the winning entries of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween themed writing contest "Spook-Off". One winning 100-word flash fiction or a two-line horror story will be published each day of the week all the way till Halloween.

'Midnight visitor' is one of the winning entries of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween themed writing contest "Spook-Off". One winning 100-word flash fiction or a two-line horror story will be published each day of the week all the way till Halloween.

An uncomfortable stillness emanated in the air around Rajpath road. I stood there with my suitcase in my hand, the hair on the back of my neck standing on edge. Glancing left then right, I crossed the road and entered the premises of Hotel Kaalipara.

It was another early sunset on a rainy day in Dhaka. Alamin was walking with a polythene bag of groceries back to his small, rented apartment.

As she looked up, Rukhsana noticed her eyeballs missing.

I think it was closer tonight. I really did not want it inside the lift.

For a wistful moment, he was born to me. Eyes closed and never to open.

Back at home, food used to narrate stories. Here, food does not travel far to the nooks and crannies of Velutha’s heart; it only reaches his stomach well enough to leave him looking healthy and strong.

You Are a Rickshawallah