I did not know Blaze Bernstein personally until this morning. Yet, this morning, when I belatedly came to know of his untimely death, I could…
This is a re-run of Blaze Bernstein’s short story which appeared in May 2015 issue of The Bangalore Review. He was only seventeen then, and…
All of the gin joints in all of the towns and you had to walk into this one* Beginnings don’t flow as easily as they…
1. The “Daily News”, thrown by the newspaper vendor made a “clat” on the narrow first floor veranda. Soham, who was sitting in front of…
The birds outside my window speak of world domination, the tiny gray sparrows have staked out my kitchen for the headquarters of their aggressive, bird-centric…
We arrived at Pisa International airport to find our charter jet waiting. Our favorite pilots Rick and Jeff were there to greet us. Each had…
“What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry…
Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around…
I asked you what you wanted me to write and you said it doesn’t matter that you would read it anyway that it could be…
I drove home from the store, where I had stopped for a pound of coffee, when I noticed a garage sale. A short fat Indian…