‘She felt things under the skin: scars where the body had torn during childbirth, clumps of cellulite, lobules and ducts.’
Every Person’s Little Treasure
‘It occurred to Ana that this was a woman who often left things hanging.’
‘When Enebeli Okwara sent his girl out in the world, he did not know what the world did to daughters.’ 2015 Commonwealth Short Story Prize – regional winner for Africa.
The Gentlest Village
‘You are learning – learning a great deal. It is too much for you, so your body bows out. Then you wake up and you can continue.’
Dreamed in Stone
’You were a chasm that cracked and turned into stones, and then the stones lay there, beautifully laid, in a wall.‘
Her Lousy Shoes
‘On good days, he could believe that that was exactly what he appeared to be: pedestrian, a pedestrian, a walker, walking, going places, on the ups, possessing two healthy feet at least.’
The Florida Motel
‘Suddenly she understood what she was doing here. She was among strangers, the place where Bill had chosen to spend his life.’
Nothing Ever Happens Here
‘I was broke, and I was a nobody, but I was happy.’ A story from Otessa Moshfegh about a young man moving to Hollywood.
Krapp Hour (Act 2)
‘this is my theory of her awake all night worrying about little wild animals active in the dark’
‘The aim of this study is to visualise a means of understanding the essential aspects of a literary text’
The Buzzard’s Egg
‘I can’t remember: did a young man destroy his miserable god, or did a god free its worshipper and take his blood and his bones?’
‘I have heard the item girls singing each to each. / I do not think they will sing to me.’
Look Out, Narendran!
A madman is dead set on blowing up the Taj Mahal, and there’s only one pair of detectives who can stop him. Tamil Pulp Fiction at its best.
A Double-Income Family
When Mrs Mehra leaves Delhi she retires in one of ‘the vast new satellite townships on the eastern fringes of the metropolis’.
‘Like scraps of leather, oddly shaped, things from life, people and sayings and objects, found themselves spliced together.’
‘What am I doing in London? And what’ll I do once I’m back in India?' Amit Chaudhuri on identity, youth and nostalgia.
Younger Daughter’s declaration that ‘Othello sucks’ prompts a conflicted response from Father.
‘Selecting the right kind of a tomato was crucial for the scam to work.’
The Wrong Square
‘Something as fundamental to intelligence as counting was eluding him.’
Honk Honk to Udvada
‘Oh Uncle, it’s such a historical day,’ said Zahra. ‘The eight hundredth anniversary of our arrival in India after we faced so much persecution in Iran, and we’re going to such a big bash, and all you can think about is emus. What will Dr Billimoria think of our family?’