And he left me hanging there.
On the easel, that is. I’ve been waiting for him to start his work on me for quite some time, but for the last few days, he jus... Read More...
So I was in a rickshaw, returning from office to home, music in my ears. And I imagine I'm in a club, slightly drunk, hence free of inhibitions. I jump onto d... Read More...
He stands there, resplendent in hid traditional white kurta and mundu. He is getting married. His beautiful bride, clad in her gorgeous traditional silk saree... Read More...
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I told Vasu, if there was anything I had learned in my short years on earth, it was that life i... Read More...
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Within seconds, two things were clear: Vasu had little experience with this level of intimacy, but he w... Read More...
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Vasu started coming up to my flat regularly, but still only if I called him to go s... Read More...
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After that, all I could think about was how to see more of Vasu. Work carried on, but my private life was spent wondering how to get... Read More...
The first time I laid eyes on Vasu’s blue eyes was when he came to the office to pick me up for a meeting across the city. They were striking, those blue eye... Read More...
It is limelight winter evening. I stand firm on my decision, while searching the deepest point in the Jhelum. I am not one of those water environmentalists no... Read More...
Travails of Entrapment
Hadi Hussain talks to Dr. Himadri Roy about his debut novel Travails of Entrapment
Hadi: What was the inspiration behind writi... Read More...