LATE MONSOON
Their souls quenched, Sidhu and Naseeb were drenched within moments, but they were oblivious to it all, even to the red mud that splattered their sandal-clad feet and white pantaloons. Together, they walked hand in hand towards the village temple. Reunited at long last.

LATE MONSOON

 By Manpreet Rehal Naseeb Kaur stepped out of the ramshackle faded blue bus.  Fine reddish dust immediately coated her sandal-clad feet, but her toes didn’t cringe back, there was a…

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BITTER FRUIT
. He searched around the house for them, but Lillian and Samuel were gone.

BITTER FRUIT

By Seeb Durazi Daniel Mwendwa sat pensively, in a secluded corner in the restaurant, peering anxiously from behind the lush, large leaves of the potted plant that partially concealed the…

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A DIFFERENT DAWN
She had taken refuge in her buibui and visited him at his kiosk on the way to the mosque. 

A DIFFERENT DAWN

BY SEEB DURAZI [U.K] The dim, smoky flame from the paraffin lamp flickered slightly in the salty night breeze wafting in through the open window.  It was a warm night,…

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