He stood in his backyard looking up at the majestic tree which had spread out like a chandelier hanging from the deep blue sky. “Do
Author: Hippu Salk Kristle Nathan
Dr. Hippu Salk Kristle Nathan is an engineer-turned development researcher. He writes short fiction and drama in both Oriya and English.
The Retired Elite Club
Dayanand reached the clubhouse. It was a smooth cycle ride from his home and the cool early morning breeze was inebriating. Since Covid, the roads
The Cairn of Unity
Mukul was returning from District Education Office on his cycle, whistling his favourite song. He had finally applied for upgrading the village primary school to
In the Shadow of Development
“Dadu… Dadu… wake up, Baba has brought sun lights for us.” Meethi shook her Grandpa out of his afternoon nap. Birju was not asleep. Since
The Bespectacled Goat
In a farm once lived a bespectacled goat. He was renowned in the entire area for his impeccable wisdom. One day a fight broke out
A Wish for Humanity
“Ma…” Veena could not believe her eyes. Her daughter Jahnvi was at the door. Veena’s motherly love erupted like a volcano as she sobbed incessantly
Bus and Train
On a pleasant evening, Beamy Bus and Twinky Train met at the railway crossing. “Good evening, my Twinkle. How is life?” Beamy greeted. “Not as
Half Marathon
‘Twenty-one Kilometers!’ It was perhaps my brain fade moment when I registered for half-marathon. My colleague chuckled, “Take a few snaps with company T-shirt to
My Encounter with a Bomb
As I read a news story about how a parcel bomb failed to explode in the nearby city, I started recollecting my own encounter with
It rained in a writer’s parade
It was six in the evening in Mumbai. At his cosy second-floor apartment, Mr Abhijit Anand―the award-winning writer, blogger, and social media influencer, was watching
A 2000 Tribulation
I was jolting in a bus; so were my thoughts. ‘This government has lost its mind. Demonetization is another issue. But introducing two thousand rupees
My Special Friend
‘Amar Akbar Anthony’ was my first movie as a child. One summer afternoon, my uncle, a movie buff, convinced my parents and took my brother
The SMS That Wasn’t
It was fire on the floor when Shalini Mishra and Joy Shenoy performed. They were two bodies, but virtually floated on the stage as one
Missing Laptop
During my doctoral years in Mumbai, I lost my laptop one ordinary evening in an auto. I remembered my dinner takeaway, but forgot to pick
Grandpa’s Last Long Cycle Ride
Squeeaak, squeeaak, squeeaak. Grandpa’s cycle was tired of bearing him, but at the same time determined to be his loyal carrier. It was a typical