Category Archives: Stories
Just Children
Little Jomu wiped the sweat from his brow as he laboured up the incline. “Hurry up Jyoti”, he urged the even smaller girl who followed him, book in hand. “Bhaiyya! Can you read this?” she asked as she waved her … Continue reading →
Prisoners
“For fuck’s sake settle down!”, I shouted across at Perry, “Pacing around this cell isn’t going to help us one bit.” Perry didn’t stop. Not that I expected him to. It was his first time in. Me, I couldn’t believe … Continue reading →
The Watchers
“To think that the earth, universe and everything was created by some unknown being with the wave of a hand is simply ridiculous”, Shane declared. He was of course an atheist. “You are not quite right in the head if … Continue reading →
The Thunderstorm
The distant rumbling woke me up. Lightning seared the sky and the thunder was loud enough for me to imagine that the world was slowly being torn apart by immense hands. Not for the first time, I felt scared. The … Continue reading →
An anticipated post
In the SPCE college magazine Disha (2007 or 2008, I forget), there was a brilliant story titled “Kunal Dekhane and the Legend of the Hatch” authored by Divyanshu Bhadoria aka Debu. He has finally put it up on his blog. … Continue reading →
Last Dance
He was never a great dancer. He had done it in school because his teachers demanded it of him. He was not too bad but he could never be one with the music. He couldn’t shed his inhibitions and let … Continue reading →
A Cold April Night
Joseph checked his watch before stepping out on the deck. 11.45 said the time-piece once owned by his grandfather. He shivered and drew the overcoat closer and headed starboard. He had told Lord Asquith that they would settle the issue … Continue reading →
………. and the world went pink.
A proper post after a long time. This won the first prize in the writing competition organized by the magazine committee of my college. ———————————————————————————————————————— A slight chill had crept into the freshness of Spring. Nature almost seemed to whisper … Continue reading →
Memories of happiness
The wind whistled through the trees as the old fiat came to a halt by the gate. The word “gate”, did the rust covered obstruction between the dirt road and the old house a great courtesy. The old man who … Continue reading →
The Meeting At Noon
The meeting was at noon. I was forced to take some time off from my very busy schedule and meet him. I never wanted to. But sometimes you just bow down to destiny. I had had a gut feeling that … Continue reading →
