“Have enough courage to trust love one more time; and always one more time.” Maya Angelou * Celine He was already at the restaurant; sitting
Category: Short Stories
Match and Mismatch
It was a Thursday, one of the busiest days at the office. With a rumbling stomach, Mohan walked towards the dining hall during his lunch
A Doctor’s House
Patient’s version When I was going to see the doctor, my best friend pulled me close and kissed my forehead. My scolding made him laugh.
The Divine Sinner
“Hari Om Hari Om,” Babaji strolled across the pandal with folded hands greeting everyone his eyes could meet. Each day he walked into the place
The Exile and the Aftermath
A different version of you exists in the minds of everyone who knows you. -Coach Lora Lucinda *** How are exile and abandonment different? May
A Broken Family
Broken families were like broken and dried branches of trees. They strayed away from one another on the dusty ground yet a gust of stormy
Lights, Camera, Action
“1, 2, 3…1,2,3…mic check, mic check.” “Please improve the center light. Add more focus. Okay, its perfect now.” This is normal for me every time
Sagas of Love
This case has been pending for years. Discussions, debates retrospection and introspection, have all failed. Who is at fault, them or me bothers me more
Love – Elixir or Poison?
A briny fragrance wafts in through the windows. It’s pleasant and familiar, embracing me with nostalgia. Unlike the tiny tear drops falling from my eyes
Mystery by the Bay
The sea was a placid turquoise. The sky, a serene blue. My vacation at the Bayshore hotel had been magical so far. Standing on the
Much Ado Over a Var
Naradmuni. I couldn’t check my WhatsApp messages. The networks were down, and the towers, destroyed. Everyone around me examined their devices in vain. The data
Mutilated Version
Zainab adjusted her hijjab and kneeled down to seek blessings. Once the forehead touched the ground, it gave away the air of being someone. Prostration
The Pizza Cutter
“Good morning, Preeti, here’s your newspaper,” my FIL handed me the newspaper with a jolly smile. “Oh, thank you so much, Papa. Come on in,
Paradise Lost
“C’mon Eddie, just hop on my back. We don’t have a moment to spare.” Mufasa roared. Eddie didn’t budge. He was in a quandary. Mufasa
The Swan Song
“It’s a simple question; Do we bear monsters? Or do we create them?” ― Anthony Neilson, Neilson Plays. *** [CUE SENTIMENTAL MUSIC] [B/W SHOT OF
Sex, Betrayal and Murder
Shaina looked at the wine stain on her expensive Kashmir floor rug. She needed to do something about it, she thought. The rich carpet was
Saviour of the World
One day my mom came to pick me up from school. I was like a kid on Christmas! What could it possibly be? Was I
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Samir threw his head back and laughed uproariously. His brown eyes danced with playfulness and his laughter echoed in the shabby, dingy room of the
Glimpses of the Past
Stacey checked the register. One more appointment before calling it a day. But this was the complicated case that her senior had referred to her.