Scrambled
My Substack, where I dump my leftover thoughts and words
Fiction, non-fiction, and everything in between — published across print and digital.
Scrambled
My Substack, where I dump my leftover thoughts and words
Recently Published
Fiction
"The watchman pulled down hard on the rope, the breakfast bell rang, and the earth shook beneath them."
Fiction
"The laughter ceased, the boys stiffened, and the chalk hit Himmat square between the eyes."
Fiction
"The tube was always lonely. But not as lonely as that Monday, when Tymour drifted onto it."
Fiction
Feb 2026The Chakkar
"The watchman pulled down hard on the rope, the breakfast bell rang, and the earth shook beneath them."
Dec 2025Parcham
"The laughter ceased, the boys stiffened, and the chalk hit Himmat square between the eyes."
Jun 2023Whiskey Tit
"The tube was always lonely. But not as lonely as that Monday, when Tymour drifted onto it."
Apr 2023University of Edinburgh Blog
"And the thing was small. Made soft by the water, and its arms and legs wrought like the manyhanded idol of a god."
Feb 2022University of Edinburgh Blog
"Face-to-face. With the prime minister, as oil began to pour through the windows like waterfalls. The prime minister!"
Jun 2021The Selkie
"Much to his numbed astonishment, Natwar Rai awoke in his neatly made, perfumed bed after having overdosed on sleeping pills the night before."
Aug 2020HIMAL Southasian
"Ravi Singh's father was a proud schoolmaster, often referred to as the most knowledgeable man in all of Aulapur."
Jul 2020The Book Review India
"Through the thick haze, Sayma did not see the airborne projectile that smacked her square between the eyes."
Non-Fiction
Jun 2023Condé Nast Traveller
"I had just bitten into a sugar cube when we almost set the mountain on fire."
Jan 2022The Quint
"In Sanskrit literature, history is often verified myth, and myth a metaphor for history."
Jul 2021The Skinny
"On Cotton Street, Paisley, stands a sign that reads 'Renfrewshire House', the headquarters of the Renfrewshire Council."
Apr 2021The Skinny
"An old woman was once walking along the coast of Unst, the northernmost of the Shetland Islands, when she spotted the figure of a man lying on the beach."