“He had gone for an outing with his friends, was extremely happy for his new bullet, told he will be back for dinner.” Mr. Das’
Category: QuinTale-08
My First Love
Once in a blue moon it would have happened, that he was at the door and I was still meddling with my affairs. Today was
Sweet Savory
While the neighbourhood of Shanti Nagar was still snuggling in its cozy blanket on that freezing morning of December, it was business as usual in
Playing with Fire
Ananya was at a conference in Japan. “Hi, imagine meeting you here!” said a tall, fit and well-dressed man, walking towards her. “ Oh! Hi,
Lurking Shadows
“Smarten up, young man!” thundered Colonel Shekhawat, his voice resonating in the society central park. Ramesh, the chowkidar came running expecting Colonel Sahib engaged in
The Actual Reality
“Mum dad can you guess how much money Rhea’s parents had spent on her marriage from the arrangements done at her home to the larger
Learn to Ignore
“Avi, where is the car key?” questioned Sheena. “How do I know Mumma?” replied ten years old. Sheena hadn’t been able to trace the keys
Tables Turned
“Well, the business is all yours.” said his father-in-law, the very rich and respectable Mr. Madan. “Mayank, I am so happy today. I have been
Unexplained
Tanya’s expression looked sadder than the gooey oats porridge that Aniket was picking at. He craved Aloo parathas with dollops of butter for Sunday breakfast,
An Old Habit
Mrs. Shah’s husband had been claimed to cancer. All attempts to save him, and the best treatment had perhaps prolonged his breaths for one more
Traditions Don’t Fade
Come on Dad, let’s go and get this over with!” called out Maya impatiently. “Just loading up the car honey! Come on let’s hit the
Rhythm Of My Days
“Can you hear me?” The voice sounded like an echo from afar. “Can you hear me?” The second time it sounded closer but hit my
A Life Through Pages
“I am eighty years old”. answered Mr Krishna Rao. “Well, my assumption was not off the mark, albeit your physique suggests you to be somewhere
Tenacity Versus Training
“It’s been fifteen years and you still can’t cook well. I can’t eat this sabzi, it’s terrible,” jeered Amit at his wife. Little Jiva, who
Will You Still Love Me?
Mahi shuddered, horrified, staring at her reflection. She had known what to expect but wasn’t prepared enough to face this hideous look. The scar that