The Parting – A Short Story

Perhaps, it is a dream. But I look around. I see myself stretched upon the bed. I am wearing the same saree from last night that I had gotten sick on. The dried puke is still smeared upon the floral print of the silk. Oh, how I love floral prints! I must’ve fallen asleep right…

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The Crying Mannequin – A Short Story

A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. And what about one who wants to dye her hair? Is that a step ahead in the encyclopedia of rebellions? Is that a league apart from normal revolutions? She mused. This was a challenge to herself. To the conservative girl hiding under her…

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Disappearance – A Short Story

It was an extraordinary autumn morning. He’d lived in the city for nine years now but it had never rained this time of the year. Today, however, a soft shower bathed the city. He was not particularly fond of rains. But the cool drizzles were a welcome change in the autumn heat. And well, it…

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The Blind Date – A Short Story

“That’s enough! I quit,” and I stormed out of my manager’s office. I was done taking blames for things I’d never done, or rather for what others had done. “Don’t take shit, ever,” dad had always said. Once again, more than anything, it was father’s perpetual absence that nipped me at every point in life.…

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‘Twas Christmas Eve – A Short Story

‘Kiss it goodbye,’ mum says. ‘You’re unbelievable,’ I fume. She knows me. I love wallowing in my sorrows. I embrace them tighter than my skin clings to my body. I just cannot forget. And how do you forgive someone who wronged you? When they hurt you intentionally? Mum? She is brilliant at it. Always swearing…

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The Crescent Scar – A Short Story

That evening, Eleanor seemed to be preoccupied. She was walking ahead of me. From my vantage point, I could see the back of her skull etched in the backdrop of the amber sky. I knew better than to ask what was bothering her. Because it was Eleanor. The Hot-headed Eleanor. The Strange Eleanor. And I…

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The Secret of a Murder – A Short Story

“I want go to your father. I want to be with him. Can you understand that?” Harry stared at his mother. “Harry, there is something I have to tell you. Your father, he didn’t die from a car crash. He was killed. I killed him.” He looked up at her. Harry realised he hadn’t blinked…

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The Shooting Star – A Short Story

Once upon a time, somewhere in the vast open sky, an assembly was summoned. The biggest and brightest of stars took the senior positions in the assembly. Then the smaller stars took to lower rungs and the meeting commenced. Speculation was rife that the moon; who had conveniently chosen to stay away from the meeting…

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The Bus Stop – A Short Story

It struck twelve. ‘Twelve in the night is an odd time to be in a small village, especially for a girl’, a man whispered not very far from me. I cringed at the shaky voice. It heavily smelt of booze. Suddenly, I was not alone anymore, and that frightened me more. The man moved away…

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The Rosé Lover – A Short Story

A colleague recently shared his awful experience on having tried wine for the first time. Now, he is not a regular drinker and definitely not a wine-drinker. Obviously, he doesn’t know about wines. And when you don’t know about wines, you don’t know what to expect, so you’re bound to be disappointed. Being a lover…

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The Withering Mind – A Short Story

On a solitary walk in the park, met this old man, panting after a long hard run. He was taking heavy laboured breaths that, being asthmatic myself, I was all too familiar with. I asked if he needed medical help; he made a sign of the thumb that indicated water. I didn’t have any of…

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Difference, Not Distance – A Short Story

It should have been a perfect day. Only it wasn’t. It should have been a romantic night. Only it wasn’t. After all, all couples fight, isn’t it? What’s the big deal? So what, if it’s an anniversary or a birthday or any damn effing day? Why should it be any different? One can start a…

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The Valentine’s Day Ritual – A Short Story

“Why don’t you join us?” They asked her for the hundredth time. She was exhausted from having to reject their pleas. Her friends were never tired though. “It’s just one night. It couldn’t hurt, right? Besides, just think, you might meet someone really cute, someone like you,” her best friend winked at her. “What would…

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The Witty Worm – A Short Story

I told the sun – “Shine so bright, that your gaze melts down my worries.” Just then, the birds bickered and said – “With your worries, you’ll end us all.” The sun said – “Go to the wind, it might blow them away for you.” I told the wind – “Get so wild that your…

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The Broken Swing – A Short Story

The girl gripped her mother’s finger as the mother started narrating the story. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Forrest…” Her little girl of four loved horror tales. She was surprised that the girl felt no fear listening to creepy tales that would generally freak out kids that age. Mothers resort…

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The One-eyed Cat – A Short Story

Pitch dark it was. Even the midnight shadows had sought shelter. I looked out the window again. Unsure if I really had heard something or just imagined. It had stopped raining. The water-logged street outside filled me with disgust. Rotting garbage swam freely on its surface making it look a massive pool of trash. Don’t…

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A Bottle of Ale – A Short Story

(I) ‘Are we still strangers?’ The message read. It was about five months since we first met on the online book-reading site. Bookish talks, endless discussions on favorite authors, sharing quotes and dialogues, greatly summed up our chat affair. Many times, he broached the topic of meeting in person. In the beginning, I was neither…

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The Last Letter – A Short Story (Part 2)

The first part of the story is here. He promised himself he wouldn’t drink. No. He can’t let the pain leave him. It has to keep beating inside him just like his heart, reminding him how it hurt, how she hurt. Standing at the bus station, he fought the urge to cry. Men don’t cry.…

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The Last Letter – A Short Story (Part 1)

“I don’t know what I must write to undo what I have done to you. I couldn’t live to see you around me being unfair to your own life.” Sucking on the end of her pen, she read it again and then struck it out. It lacked emotion. “No words wish to come out of…

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The Old Man and the Dog – A Short Story

He sniffed everyone passing by. Their scents, their dangling handbags, And looked up at them, with pleading eyes… The heartless drove him away, kids pelted stones at him, Out of disgust, of fear or rage, scaring him to death. Away he ran and stood staring at their backs as they walked on… They looked at…

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