Rahul Mehta
On The Fabric of the Human Body
I hear it whispered over cadavers,
Declared in lecture halls:
Our bodies are architecture,
Sweet Plum
Truth means many things to different people. For Mr Prakash Shah, resident of Flat 7, Edgefield Gardens, the truth was that he...
Bristled
The razors are conspiring again. Planning their death at His hands. One suggests nicking His cheek, its legacy a single scarlet bead...
Granny’s in the Attic
Mum and Dad say Granny is buried in a cemetery next to Grandpa and Aunty Susan. They say she died in her sleep on...
I Remember Cruelty
“Next!”
She began the slow shuffle to the counter. Her timid feet dragged beneath her. Hands clawed in silent pain, she forced a meek smile...
Radicle
“I am the roots that grew where sari hems met England’s paved streets,
Probing deeper, deeper for life, hope and, one day, belonging.
I am the...