Short Stories

A Call from Gandhi ji on a Diwali night

Oct 27th, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

This was the 100th time I was watching the climax scene from the Bollywood movie, Rang De Basanti. I felt a new dose of inspiration being infused in me every time I heard these dialogues from DJ, one of the protagonists of the movie, who in the climax of the scene says -” there are [...]



Re-take

Oct 15th, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

The word ?Re-take? finds maximum use in the virtual world i.e. the world of movies, soaps etc. where the make-believe world is made perfect to get the best possible result. I often wondered what would happen if in real-life we could avail of this reel-life advantage. How often do we find ourselves wishing things to [...]



Memories at an unshared space

Oct 12th, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

Railway stations can sometimes be places where extensive share of memories happen. The memories linger and engulf you with a sense of aura indescribable. Then there are these days, cold and foggy, smashed with traces of memories. Broken relationships, the loss of a job, death of a loved one and the intricacies move from one [...]



The Deadly Prank

Oct 10th, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

Riya adjusted the strap on her new pink top as she logged on to chat, like any other evening. It was just three months into her hostel life but life was a stark contrast from what it used to be at home. No domestic work, no family tension… nothing. ?Work hard and party harder? was [...]



The Marriage

Sep 22nd, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

Morning announced itself with the perching of birds on the branches of trees. It was 6 a.m. now, and I was getting delayed to reach the airport. I woke up – rather reluctantly – out of my bed and went to the basin. I looked at my face, in the mirror, which was morose. Today [...]



Ripples of the Stream

Sep 5th, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

?Aai?, came the fluttering sound from the Anu. Now, on her fourteenth birthday, she had to have her way, and grandma had to make ?Pohe?, the way she loved it, with peas, onions, potatoes and a generous sprinkle of peanuts.



The Unraveling of Silences…

Aug 3rd, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

The human mind has a tremendous capacity to bear. It is seen through moments of weakness and disparity, when it all strikes you at once. You never really know how much you can go through, even when it is trying to destroy you, and sometimes irreparably so. There?s something about this life that never stops. [...]



The Post Mortem

May 23rd, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

Standing over the dead body, Rahul cursed the day he had decided to become a Doctor. A Doctor, his father had told him one day, saved lives and on that day itself Rahul had known what his calling in life was.
He had worked hard, and eventually he had managed to fulfil his dream of [...]



The Milk Bottle

Mar 5th, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

Ramu was nervous that day. 
His mornings had been hell since the morning his dad had asked him to deliver milk at house no. 13.  He had not thought much of it, just a stop on the way to school, but it had turned out to be much more than that. This morning, as he approached [...]



A Love Story That Never Was!

Feb 15th, 2008 | By | Category: Short Stories

It was a bet that I should have never taken, but I wish I knew what I was in for! All my hostel friends had gone for the annual fest of St. James School, one of the hippest boys school in the town and I, being the president of green house, had other business to attend to, [...]