My name is Malti. I was named after a flower, my grandmother told me, but she couldn’t tell my...
My name is Malti. I was named after a flower, my grandmother told me, but she couldn’t tell my...
Photograph - Aritra Sanyal Back then, Baba sold balloons; Ma worked as a cook in two houses. And...
We, at The Antonym, are delighted to announce the results of the flash fiction contest that was...
Winning story, The Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest Soon it would be dawn. He’d wandered the...
The Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest FinalistAnd the days smell like copper. And the nights...
The Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest FinalistAs I ran down the street, everything blurred...
The Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest FinalistThe monk walked down the dark, deserted lane,...
The Antonym December Flash Fiction Contest FinalistYears had passed since he had seen the shores...
Young, shy, cat-eyelined wannabe poet showed up to my office hours in search of a mentor.