Short Stories

Mandig village is small and may look peaceful with its verdant hills and forest around it but crime had set foot on this exact village two days ago painting its reputation red. Crimes know no sizes, after all. They happen anywhere, to anyone, anytime. Standing in front of a medium-sized ...
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The car screeched in front of the house and Miraya got out of it. She ran towards the house and stood at the door before ringing the bell. She looked back to see if Abhay was coming. When he reached, she knocked on the door hastily. As soon as the ...
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An oncosurgeon for twenty-eight years, Dr. Nitesh Joshi has retired leaving behind his hours and  days of cutting through people’s bodies so as to lend them a few more months, a couple of years perhaps, to allow them to do the same things that gave them their cancers. Unlike his ...
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Like you, dear reader, I am an animal. A four-legged, even-toed ungulate. A pig, to be precise. But I wasn’t always one. Born in Poland in 1920 and brought up in a loving, secular Jewish family of free thinkers who did not believe in organised religion, I always dreamt of ...
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In Jogh, a small orthodox village in the abode of Gods, there lived a young couple who, after two years of marriage, had not been blessed with a child. In such a village, families, friends, relatives, and neighbours -the entire village, so to speak, would start policing your life once ...
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It was a strange year, of dark suns and light rains, when unholy clouds swarmed in the ultramarine expanse of tortuous skies. The air was filled with ominous portents, the earth crawled with sinistrous disquiet. They called it the year of the Minotaur, and like the fantastical beast, it demanded ...
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