A Bad Bargain: Short Story

When everyone had left, Disha secretly checked the wallet she had given to her son again. She counted the money, and reconfirmed that the amount was two hundred rupees lesser than what she had given him. She dabbled around in the drawer of the wardrobe. She found a few pencils, crayons, and some paper. There … Read more

Eye Doctor

“It is quite extraordinary,” Swami said as Puttuswamy drove past Town Hall, “that whenever I do some research on a medical problem before going to a doctor, the symptoms I read about suggest that I have got all the diseases listed in their most malicious form.” Jigneshbhai realised that Swami and his Google doctor had … Read more

The Activist: Jigneshbhai and Swami

“Swaminathan, Swaminathan,” the shrill voice said. Everyone, even those not named Swaminathan, looked in the direction of the voice. It appeared to have come from somewhere outside the café. “Jigneshbhai, Jigneshbhai,” the howler shrieked at the top of his voice. When we turned to our right, we saw a man waving his hands about twenty-five … Read more

Grace Ayah: Short Story

“Doctors treat the disease in the body. Nurses administer the treatment to the body and mind. But when nothing works, it is the Ayah that keeps body, mind and soul together.” As I walked in for my first day at medical college, I read this quote as I entered the premises. The grave of a … Read more

Lucky Draw: Jigneshbhai and Swami

“Does anybody win anything in a lucky draw?” Swami asked Jigneshbhai and me over a coffee at the café. I knew why this question was troubling him today. It was because of an episode that happened last week that I must tell you about. It was on a cool evening sometime last week that Swami … Read more

Virus: Short Story

At about 4 PM while sipping his tea, Appa More called his friend Bapu Nadkarni on his mobile, but he did not pick it up. Fifteen minutes later, Appa’s phone rang. It was Arnav, the grandson of his friend Bapu. “Hello Arnav, how are you? I was trying to reach your grandfather some time back,” … Read more

Reunion: Short Story

He had expected chants of “Rango, Rango,” reverberate the auditorium. Sarang Gore walked up to the dais to receive the distinguished alumnus award. But all he heard, instead, was pin-drop, eerie silence. Their reunion had less than ten people, all in their fifties, from the class of thirty. Sarang Gore was the most successful alumnus … Read more

Lucky Draw

“Does anybody win anything in a lucky draw?” Swami asked Jigneshbhai and me over a coffee at the café. I knew why this question was troubling him today. It was because of an episode that happened last week that I must tell you about. It was on a cool evening sometime last week that Swami … Read more

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