The sun rose banishing darkness and spread around like the soft tendrils of the Madhabilata* flower. The vast expanse of the mela* ground broke into
Category: Short Stories
Penance and Salvation
Art is a manifestation of emotions and emotion speaks a language that all may understand. – W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Six Pence. ***
Celestial Ramayan
“Mateee..” The gargantuan monkey screeched in agony. The loud wailing shook my lava like a silent piano vibrates when a terrified cat bounces on it.
The Art of Love
This was an unusual time for it to begin. But whoever has had a control over it? It does as it pleases. The rains came
The Musings of a Muse
Jaded. Predictable. Snoozefest. The New York Times labelled my second book a disappointment. After the author’s sensational debut, hopes were high for her latest offering.
A Tale of Words That Lie
I wake up earlier than the sun and am at the writing desk without washing my face. The laptop screen illuminates my frontage as I
The Reluctant Artist
Indra watched Arjuna walk into his court; tall, muscular, handsome, confidence oozing out of his every pore. Indra, the ruler of Indralok, smiled inwardly at
Divine Intervention
An indeterminate Time in an indeterminate Century “What is an artist? A person engaged in creating, practising or demonstrating an art form. Per convention, I
An Artist is Born
January 2020: “Hey Akki, hope the evening set up is done perfectly?”, enquired the manager in charge even though he knew the commitment Akhil had
The Gleipnir
Hope is the rope we all cling to; either out of need or out of expectation. It is like the Gleipnir- smooth and soft like
From Celebrations to Chemo
Piyu’s 25th birthday was nearing and she was looking forward to celebrating it in a grand way. Her mom gifted her vouchers of one of
The Smallest of Hope
It was one of those busiest mornings at her household. After an uninterrupted sound sleep of six hours, Madhu was buzzing with refurbished energy in
Hope for the Hopeless
There was a great buzz in the third floor of ‘The Multi-Specialty Hospital.’ A Code Blue had been declared and the emergency cardiology team rushed
Hope Needs a Nudge
The shrill sound of the alarm rudely awakened Rekha. She was sipping her morning tea sitting on a balcony overlooking a spectacular view of snow-capped
Kripal Singh’s Precious Possession
The cerculean sky had already changed its hue, it was sometimes purple and sometimes orangish and now almost drenched with blood, ever since man had
Flames of Faith
19 June 1968, Varanasi (Uttar Pradesh) Please Maa, Rajendra is an honest man…meet him once, at least! Pitaji, please don’t finalise my wedding elsewhere, I’ll
The Extraction
January 15th Anita looked out of the window. The day had started sunny and bright. But now, the sky was filled with burgeoning black clouds.
For a Better World
I was scared of noise till I went deaf. That is what Mama told me. My mother gave birth to me in a dark and
Full Circle
“Let’s go over the events again, Mr Steven,” Dr Thomas said. It was morning, and they were back at their designated places — Dr Thomas
Twisted Times
“Hold each other’s hands and feel the energy of oneness. We all are one. Mere bodies of flesh and blood, tied as one. One universe,
The Joy of Confession
This day, this hour, this moment shall be written in golden letters. As I alighted the car, media rushed to congratulate me. I shall cherish