The Bombay Literary Magazine

New Stuff

Category: 1. Fiction

The Jump – by Rahad Abir

The note reads nakedly: No one is to blame for my action. You leave it sprawled on the table next to the empty coffee cup, put your rimless glasses over it. You are all set. Your wife may not figure out the reason for this action. You made love the night before, after the child […]

Found and Lost in Nationalism! – by Mahbub Talukder (tr. Sarwar Morshed)

The protagonist of this story is Mr. ABC i.e. Abdul Bari Choudhury. He has been residing in the US for a long time. Though seven seas and thirteen rivers away from the homeland, he has genuine feelings for his country. This feeling has dragged him to Bangladesh after a long time. He, however, did not […]

Still in the Cold… and Wet – by Jenean McBrearty

Tuesday was a typical London day, which is to say, gray and wet. Fairchild Fortesque chose to walk the three blocks from The Victoria Hotel to the Bull Horn Pub, and by the time he stepped into the darkness, wished to hell he’d worn his raincoat. “Who knew a drizzle would turn into a deluge?” […]

Lefting – by Debojit Dutta

When S first walked into the room, I took her for a woman around the age of fifty. Later, when I told her that, she said she would have preferred to look younger, like her younger sister who people said looked at least a decade younger than her actual age. She also clarified that I […]

Roseburn Sleeps At Night – by Nandini Godara

If you’re wondering who we are, let me unravel the mystery. We are the untethered children of those that live rich, tethered lives. Filled with reckless desire, unlimited ambition and thriving delusions. The unwilling bearer of it all? The place we grew up in and never grew out of – Roseburn – the perfect little […]

Joan of Mazgaon – by Zenisha Gonsalves

Every morning Joan and Gilly wake up before their children do, set the house and day in order, settle down in the balcony with two cups of tea and a newspaper. Joan cuts a loaf of bread and a pair of tomatoes – do tomatoes come in pairs? she wonders – takes the chutney from […]