
Bones on Loan
by Arnab Ghoshal
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.
Oct 29, 2026Writings for adult readers (18+). Some pieces are fiction, some are personal. Enter only if you are 18 or older and legally permitted.
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by Arnab Ghoshal
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.
Oct 29, 2026
by Pankhuri Tiwari
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.
Oct 28, 2026
by Wulan Sasmitaningrum
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.
Oct 25, 2026
by Maricel Abellanosa
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.
Oct 23, 2026
by Siobhán Keaveney
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.
Oct 23, 2026