
The Sixth Bowl
Pema Dolkar Bhutia · India
Every winter night in Lachen, Ama set one bowl more than there were people. The Delhi cousins thought it was sweet. Then one of them ate from it.
Read 9 minWritings for adult readers (18+). Some pieces are fiction, some are personal. Enter only if you are 18 or older and legally permitted.
The Poetic Land · 18+
These are the stories people tell after the lamp goes out: a river that wants its fare, a hostel room that is never quite empty, a voice on the stairs that already knows your name. Fifty of them, from twenty-four writers across the world, and you can read them alone if you like. You won’t be.
Enter, if you dare50 stories · 24 writers

Pema Dolkar Bhutia · India
Every winter night in Lachen, Ama set one bowl more than there were people. The Delhi cousins thought it was sweet. Then one of them ate from it.
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Pallavi Deshmane · India
The 11:52 fast from Churchgate. Five women in the ladies' compartment, a rattling fan, and six reflections in the dark window, one of them braiding her hair.
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Ximena Albarrán · Mexico
In my year of social service in the Sierra, a woman brought me a black dog to stitch after dark and asked me, very politely, to tell nobody.
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Philippa Brackenbury · United Kingdom
A retired history teacher agrees to write the parish guidebook. Then, at low tide, she starts hearing the bell of a church the sea took in 1607.
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Pankhuri Tiwari · India
Guests come to our house in Kashi to die within fifteen days. The old man in Room Eleven has been dying with us for eleven years.
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Ishani Mukhopadhyay · India
Nobody in flat 14B fries fish at three in the morning. Sharmila would like that on record, before the smell, before the balcony, before Saturday.
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Jaskirat Bains · United Kingdom
Bibi-ji's tin trunk crossed two borders and sat locked in her back bedroom in Wolverhampton for sixty years. Somebody had to open it eventually.
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Partha Pratim Lahkar · India
The orders always come after midnight. Plain rice, one boiled egg, one tamul. Leave at gate. No contact. And the tips are better than a week's pay.
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Partha Pratim Lahkar · India
Every Bohag storm, the same call, the same transformer at the end of the paddy road, and the same woman in a wet mekhela waiting to thank me.
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Kavya Raghunathan · India
Every night at 2:40 the same rider waits outside an unfinished tech park on OMR. She tips in five stars. She only ever wants one stop, for jasmine.
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Philippa Brackenbury · United Kingdom
Twenty-two years in the lost property office at Norwich station, and I can tell you where most things end up. It is when they arrive that worries me.
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Ilinca Vrânceanu · Romania
Fifteen years nursing in Turin, and I came home to a village that thinks my dead uncle visits at night. I brought a thermometer. They brought garlic.
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Ishani Mukhopadhyay · India
Four brothers, one lawyer, a box of yellow tailor's chalk and a house in Shyambazar that has its own opinion about who deserves which room.
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Mehrunnisa Qadri · India
Rukhsar's new mother-in-law keeps an iron knife under every pillow and a dupatta over the long mirror after Isha. Rukhsar thinks it's very sweet. Mostly.
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Wulan Sasmitaningrum · Indonesia
Our boarding house had six rules on a whiteboard, under the wifi password. Number four was simple. After midnight, if the knock comes in three, you don't open.
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Jaskirat Bains · United Kingdom
Every night at two minutes to eleven he comes in dripping, asks for twenty Lambert & Butler, and pays in coins that are warm, wet and nearly fifty years old.
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Zoheb Ansari · India
Two bedrooms, Tolichowki, east-facing, nine thousand five hundred a month, and no tenant had lasted eight days. Then the maulana told me it wanted paperwork.
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Arnab Ghoshal · India
Rudra-da sold me a man for eleven hundred rupees, which in first-year anatomy is a bargain. Every morning since, a little of him goes missing.
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Partha Pratim Lahkar · India
The last bhutbhuti out of Nimati ghat runs aground on a sandbank in the fog, and the old boatman says somebody on board still owes the river.
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Rhian Pryce · United Kingdom
When we were small we ran home from the bonfire shouting the old rhyme, so the tailless black sow would not take the last one. Elin was always slow.
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Zoheb Ansari · India
The blockage was four hundred metres in, under the Old City, and everything in it was older than the oldest man on Afroz Hussain's crew.
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Mehrunnisa Qadri · India
I was hired to tell Amir Hamza at a hotel's opening night. Somewhere in the second hour the haveli decided it had a story of its own.
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Chidinma Ezeugo · Nigeria
My mother kept a list of every time I nearly died, and she read it to anyone who would listen. I thought it was her hobby. It wasn't.
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Rhian Pryce · United Kingdom
Three in the morning on a medical ward in North Wales. A small pale light comes along the floor from the lifts, and it always knows which bed.
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Pankhuri Tiwari · India
Munna the cobbler had mended every foot in Bhelupur for forty years. Then a veiled woman sat on his stool and put out a foot that faced the wrong way.
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Jeon Yu-seul · South Korea
On Jeju a sea-woman's breath has a sound. My grandmother taught me how to make it. On my first dive, I heard one coming up from below.
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Arnab Ghoshal · India
In the mangroves the honey collectors wear their masks on the backs of their heads. Every morning Ratan wakes to find his has been turned around.
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Chidinma Ezeugo · Nigeria
Last danfo out of Oworonshoki, past midnight, and Sunday the conductor keeps counting heads. Eleven paid. Fourteen sitting. Nobody has asked to stop yet.
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Tarun Dhoundiyal · India
Two rules above the treeline. No whistling. No red. I tell every group the same thing at the last village, and most of them laugh.
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Nyokabi Gathecha · Kenya
The new line was cheap and the number was easy to remember. It came with someone else's debts, someone else's mother, and eventually someone else.
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Haruka Nishimiya · Japan
Half the usual rent, a form to sign about the previous tenant, and a small studio in Kanazawa where the towels keep getting folded in thirds.
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Pema Dolkar Bhutia · India
She only wanted a nicer background for her photos. So she pulled down the faded flags on the ridge and burned them, and the wind turned round.
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Wade Tolliver · United States
The summer the reservoir dropped thirty feet, Chloe Creek came back up into the light. A week later, the well water across the county started singing.
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Haruka Nishimiya · Japan
The old fisherman knocked the bottoms out of six ladles with a hammer and a nail, and told me what to do if the sea asked politely.
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Ximena Albarrán · Mexico
I was hired to record a river outside Oaxaca. Every take came back with a woman crying under the water, and every day she was closer to the microphone.
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Jeon Yu-seul · South Korea
Hana is sleeping at a 24-hour bathhouse in Busan until her deposit comes back. The cleaner gives her two rules. Somebody keeps asking to share her towel.
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Ilinca Vrânceanu · Romania
At her cousin's wedding in Maramureș, the hora started just after nine. By midnight nobody could let go of the hands they were holding, and nobody was laughing.
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Wade Tolliver · United States
The city couple wanted their porch ceiling white. The old woman next door asked me not to do it. I needed the money, so I did it anyway.
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Mridusmita Hazarika · India
A new assistant manager, a 1919 planters' bungalow, a bell board that rings for rooms with no bells, and an old ledger that keeps adding lines overnight.
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Pallavi Deshmane · India
In Varchi Wadi we left new chappals for Vetoba every Shimga, because he wore the old ones out walking our boundary. Then Raghu Sawant came home from Dubai.
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Wulan Sasmitaningrum · Indonesia
The old gong came to our workshop with one instruction, written in pencil on the crate: every Thursday night, flowers and incense. Do not forget. I forgot.
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Ximena Albarrán · Mexico
Nobody in the family knew the smiling man in the photograph. Abuela Chela said to leave him on the altar. Every family has one, she said.
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Kavya Raghunathan · India
Home in Mylapore to sell my grandmother's house, I left her doorstep bare after sixty years of kolams. The neighbours noticed. So did whatever counts the dots.
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Mridusmita Hazarika · India
In the labour lines everybody knew the rule. If your name came three times from the shade trees after dark, you didn't answer. Somebody always did.
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Tarun Dhoundiyal · India
Snow leopard census, Gangotri, winter. Twenty-two camera traps, one assistant, and one trap that keeps photographing a man nobody else can find tracks for.
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Maricel Abellanosa · Philippines
The new agent had perfect scores, a lovely phone voice and no lunch, ever. She also liked sitting next to Joy, who was seven months along.
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Siobhán Keaveney · Ireland
Three nights of tea, ham sandwiches and the rosary in a Mayo farmhouse. The clocks are stopped, the mirrors covered, the window open. Conor thinks it's theatre.
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Maricel Abellanosa · Philippines
Lola Pacing tells the story of the boy who kicked the anthill under the balete. It is a very old story. It is also not finished.
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Siobhán Keaveney · Ireland
A postwoman steps off the bog road to let a tractor pass. That evening she eats a full dinner, then another, and she is still hungry.
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Nyokabi Gathecha · Kenya
Past one hundred and twenty metres the drill found water in Kamuthi. The village sang. The old men did not, and the cattle went quiet.
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