How was I to know this was a wrong turn? Of course, I didn’t know and like always, I refused to take any responsibility for
Category: Flash Fiction
My Beacon of Light
I do not wish to repeat ‘The Road not Taken’ by Robert Frost. But one part of the poem keeps coming to my mind every
The Transition
“How was I to know this was a wrong turn?” asked Ria once they found themselves stuck in the middle of a large meadow with
The Time Traveler
I had always been an explorer. An adventurer. Always willing to push the envelope of adventurism and set the new trends of travel. And when
The Right Turn, at Last?
I, Sanchala, was born with a silver spoon; no, I was born with accounting software in a gilded pen drive! Both my parents, Vishwanath and
The Getaway
Pramila sipped the fragrant coffee, savouring the freshly brewed beverage. Her eyes dreamy, a beatific smile on her lips, she sat lost in thought. “Pramila,
Wrong Turn or Destiny
Life sometimes can take a series of wrong turn. Are wrong turns important as right turns? Do wrong turns and strangers open a new door
The Wrong Turn
Supreetha had just got her driving license. It was a long wait of almost three years. It was not because of her poor driving skills,
The Irreversible Wrong Turn
I lay supine, the crepuscular sky reflecting the oncoming of my night! I was broken, desolate. Everyone, everything lost. There was nothing to do except
Second Chance
My head seemed like it was about to burst. Going out for drinks yesterday might have been a bad idea after all. I had known
Down To Earth
“And son, one more thing..” “Yes, Baba,” answered Lokesh Jadhav, looking at his father on the laptop screen. He was still wondering why Baba had
The Journey Beyond
Amongst tumultuous applause, the Vostromo defied gravity and left earth. It went on a voyage of discovery. The manned flight to outer space intended to
An Innocent Martyr
After my evening prayers when I saw in front of me, a khajur (date) and a bottle of water to break my fast, my eyes
The Sepoy Mutiny Of 1857
The hooves of the galloping horses hit the dirt road, sending up clouds of dust. I adjusted my position on the saddle — I had
Rivers Tell Stories
We speak you know, me and my ilk. We whisper our tales, but only to those who really care to listen. My stories have swollen
Jallianwala- The Day Humanity Died
I remember the day distinctly. It was the 13th day of Baisakh. Both Pra and I had got up early. At the crack of dawn.
The Queen of Hearts
Or rather the most infamous one, the one who subverted history I am the girl who refused to bow down to conventions I am the
A Farewell to Arms
The clock had struck Twelve. I was sitting at my study table in the dim light of the lamp. Lost deep in my musings, I
The Final Journey
The day looked bright and cheerful. The sun-dipped earth looked ethereal. I wondered why the shimmering river did not appeal to me. As I looked
It Speaks My Silence
‘Thank you, Dad,’, I spoke, looking at the diary with excitement and surprise. This was perhaps the best gift I had received for my birthday.
New Beginnings
1941, Karjan, Gujarat. “Radha, you’re a lucky girl. He is a freedom fighter”, whispered my best friend in my ears. I didn’t understand why it