Fiction
Awakening
With no parking slot available on the busy market street, double parking my car after turning the SOS lights on while pulling the bag and wallet from the side seat, I hurriedly stepped out to buy hot and fresh “Jalebi Read more…
With no parking slot available on the busy market street, double parking my car after turning the SOS lights on while pulling the bag and wallet from the side seat, I hurriedly stepped out to buy hot and fresh “Jalebi Read more…
All but 5 years, little Tabassum was busy watching Ilma, her Ammi, pace up and down their studio apartment frantically running some errands, on a rainy day. The trickles of the pearl strings that the raindrops made on the glass Read more…
Its been her dream to occupy that coveted corner cabin. It had the best view of the open skies. The very skies that fascinated her since childhood. Looking up, darting her eyes towards the starry deep blue skies, she always Read more…
Many hands were raised, as I displayed a fun picture depicting the job of the Astronaut, on the smartboard. All eager eyes were pleading me to give him or her a chance to speak about it, bobbing from their seats. Read more…
“Is there something wrong with Mumu these days?”, opined Mayank with concern. “Why do you think so?”, asked Meenakshi, his wife. Mrunmayi aka Mumu was Meenakshi and Mayank’s seven-year-old daughter. “I have heard her talking to that new stuffed toy. Read more…
Little Anju and Anuj were excited. They clapped when Ranjit, their Baba, who worked as the security guard at a mall, got down from the ladder after hanging the swing in the front room of their house in the chawl. Read more…
She was lost in holding the painting with its frame this way and that and couldn’t stop admiring it. While she was busy at it, he paid cash to the owner of the shop, “108 Fine Art”. They were in Read more…
Jimmil is a curious boy of three. He regards himself as grown-up. Though most of the family members disregard his self-declared-status, he doesn’t care much. He believes that grownups always have ‘differences of opinion’. He has a buddy, Albert. Read more…
Vipul and Teja happened to be at the same time to reach the city court building. While climbing the steps they exchanged phlegmatic glances. While Vipul managed to hide his nervous anxiousness with a straight face, Teja beamed with the Read more…
The third week of March saw the spring announcing itself in the blossoms of potted plants from my balcony garden, bushes around my apartment, and trees all over the city. So did the flutter of the new green cover on Read more…
Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction! "Was it...?" is a short story which is real and true in all its parts only in the world of my imagination.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference – Robert Frost Deux routes ont divergé dans un bois et j’ai – j’ai pris la moins Read more…
Le plus beau du monde est, bien sûr, le monde lui-même – Wallace Stevens The most beautiful in the world is, of course, the world itself.” – Wallace Stevens To rightfully describe a city that belongs to the western world Read more…