Author’s Note: This story is a continuation of Till Death Parts Us *** Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there;
Category: Will
Chir Batti
Karuna swore a few choice epithets under her breath. A few guests looked up from their seats in the reception area, shocked. It wasn’t noon
Refresh, Restart
‘The will to survive, the will to live, surpasses the most adamant challenges in life’. A sneering smile flashed on his lips. If only it
Will (I can and I will)
Mohit, a tall, lean, bespeckled guy, somewhere in his late teens, was packing his bags as he had to catch a train the next day
The New Dawn
Radhika Singh traipsed through her daughter’s room. Chitra’s favorite talc lingered days after she had left for her marital home as a bedazzling young bride.
Sing a Song
It is said that if someone is angry at us, we may feel anger in return, but with proper emotion control, we can respond with compassion.
Where There’s A Will
“We will buy this house,” I gushed at my husband. We were admiring the evening view from the vantage position of the sixth-floor balcony. The
The Inheritance
The tawny eyes glowed in the dark. Nothing moved! But the leaves on the huge, old, old trees yielded to the teasing breeze as they
Her Last Will
The aroma laden zephyr that ballets on the amber faced mustard flowers, carries whispers. The little muttering of love, solace and longing. These gusts are
The Third Wheel
“Let me die, doctor… pleeassse…,” she bawled, as two attendants held her tightly in place. The psychiatrist injected a sedative as she slowly drifted to
The Power of Will
Dear Friends, Even though we don’t know each other very well, I assume it’s alright to call you a friend. Perhaps one day we will
A Crimson Dawn
1536, Chittor, Mewar The long, canopied balconies in the Rana Kumbha Palace came alive every afternoon with the pitter-patter of little feet, the euphonic tinkling
A Life of One’s Own Will
Krishna was perplexed to see a letter addressed to her in the post box. The only communications that came through post were promotional brochures, wedding
The Auxiliary
About a dozen boys, between the ages of eight and fourteen, were jeering at him. He in turn was making the situation worse for himself
The Will to Live.
The armchair-cum-wheelchair had lost its stuffing, and I was sinking in it. Just like my life; if it weren’t for Jehaan, my partner in all
Shakespeare in Love
“Will!” I heard Ginny bleating my name. She trotted over, and playfully butted her head with mine. “The new arrivals will be here soon. I
A Man Called Will
Pitter-patter the rain fell outside. I lit a cigarette and looked outside the window, down at the waterlogged streets. It looked like the gloomy weather
Your Time Will Come
Little Jimbo lay awake in his bed. He rolled to his right and, using a Lego brick, drew patterns on the wall. Within seconds Jimbo