Antecessor featured in Endings and Beginnings



My short story Antecessor was one of the two runners up in the 2017 DK Dutt Memorial Award For Literary Excellence and is featured in Endings and Beginnings, the third and final volume in the series, due to be launched at the 2018 George Town Literary Festival.

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