From the moment she got up in the morning, the headache started. It was now days, perhaps months, since she had realized that her head ached incessantly. At first she tried to ignore it. Then she made do with…
Pitambar Mahajan was sitting in front of his house. His shoes were covered with a thick layer of mud, but he did not remove them. He looked at them with pride, he and the Gossain of the Satra were…
Evening. It was nearing five. Finishing her tea, Tarabai got up, pressing a painful knee with one hand. She stood gazing out of the window. The long sloping road was crowded with buses and cars. The noise of the traffic…
Introduction: West Introduction: West It is by the late nineteenth century that women writers show an active presence in the field of Gujarati literature. For the earlier as well as the later women writers, the impulse…
How prim and proper were our beginnings when unclothed and unmindful, men could roam freely! How secure and generous was the age when without shelter, society and civilisation, man lived innocent at heart — a complete denizen of the…
Mr. and Mrs. Barua at last agreed to listen to the advice of their friends Mr. and Mrs. Chaudhury. “If you want to keep a servant you must follow us. Agree to educate him. Search for a boy who…
This armchair is an old companion; it is even twenty years older than this house. It has been a companion for sixty years. When Amarnath was a young man he did not give his heart away to any Lady;…
In March the winds blow hard in these hills, crisp and cold, defying the early-spring sun. Riiaka, eyes half shut, clutched her sheaf of papers and her handbag tightly and braved the wind with determined steps. She had no…
I have married Promita. How surprising! I have actually married Promita. Just returning from the registry office. Promita does not like a ceremonial wedding, nor do I. A topor for the head, a garland round the neck, sandal paste…
These stories written in three regional languages are about concern, commitment, sensitization and negotiation. The narratives enshrine that inimitable nuance that women writers instill into their gendered scripting of their views and vision of the micro and macro spaces of…
“Sister, I may be poor. But I will look after the guest lovingly even if I land up in debts, won’t I? Why don’t you send Munni during summer vacation, at least this time? I don’t have girls. I’ll…
Does an experience occur after one reads about another of a similar nature in a story or does a story take birth in the wake of experiences? Whatever be Radhamony’s experience, Murukesan affirms that he raped Radhamony, not on account…
