She prepares herself, splashing cold water over the soapy lather on her face, and I watch her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes are closed as the bubbles in the foam burst and the creamy grey-white layer dilutes and slides off, dribbling at her jawline for a few seconds before tiny streams fall over the…
Anicka Yi is probably going to ask you to burn this catalogue. The idea of my words being set on fire should annoy me or maybe even mildly offend? But they don’t. I am instead intrigued. Yi has offered my words a new faculty, a trail indicated by the characteristic scent (I mean this literally)…
‘He’s coming!’ Alarm rang through his body, but David willed himself to go still as he slipped behind a free-standing column. He stared at the carved putti-heads that adorned its girth. How had they let this get so far? There would be hell to pay when it was over. But they were in the big…
urshita gautam 