Featured in the anthology REBIRTH, published by The Impishlass Publication house It was the last day of our all-girls’ trip to Ladakh. The past one…
Urmi ChakravortySeptember 1, 2022
This piece has found space in the poetry anthology titled When Fire Spoke to Water, brought out by LetsMakeStoriesDino, based on the same theme -…
Urmi ChakravortyJuly 29, 2022
This piece is based on the poetic form Triversen and was published as part of PenMuse-43, the monthly poetry event organised by Penmancy. It bagged the…
Urmi ChakravortyJuly 29, 2022
Chittagong (Bengal), 1927 The charcoal chunks in the clay oven crackled and sputtered as the dying embers fought a losing battle to burn bright. The…
Urmi ChakravortyJune 20, 2022
The familiar swish of paper floats in from the adjoining room and I look up from my laptop. A half-smile irons out the furrows of…
Urmi ChakravortyJune 18, 2022
Shagun was peering at her face in the large, oval, mirror in her room. A deep furrow lined her glabella. She clearly did not like…
Urmi ChakravortyJune 18, 2022
“Teeya, where are you? Papa wants to talk to you,” Sandhya called out affectionately to her 25-year-old daughter. Must be cosying up in bed with…
Urmi ChakravortyJune 18, 2022
Kumud stashed away the clean, folded clothes in the modest steel almirah. She arranged her pillows and the duvet on the single cot exactly the…
Urmi ChakravortyJune 18, 2022
Khulna (modern Bangladesh), 1949 Ulu-ulu-ulu-lu-lu. . . the shrill, rapturous cries of the women dissipated in the night air as did the smoke from the…
Urmi ChakravortyJune 18, 2022
