Published by WriteFluence in their latest anthology The Other Side II Inserting just a few paragraphs - the entire story can not be published here,…
Urmi ChakravortySeptember 25, 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
“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
A story on how women have battled Covid woes, first published on Women's Web in March 2022. A POSITIVE PROPOSAL The steam vaporizer let out…
Urmi ChakravortyJune 17, 2022
19 June 1968, Varanasi (Uttar Pradesh) Please Maa, Rajendra is an honest man…meet him once, at least! Pitaji, please don’t finalise my wedding elsewhere,…
Urmi ChakravortyMay 12, 2022
“Didi, your tea is getting cold…the weather is turning nippy here,” Sunaina gently nudged Hemlata out of her reverie. “Yes Nain, I’m just having it,”…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 10, 2022
April 2004 The square envelope lay on the carved rosewood peg table, conspicuous by its stark white look, broken only by the carefully inscribed name in…
Urmi ChakravortyApril 8, 2022
