The Open Drawer: Short Story

When she bent down to clean the floor beneath, her eyes were drawn towards that drawer again. The drawer was open when the bell rang. She knew what it was inside. She took a deep breath. “Shanthamma, give the keys to the driver,” she heard from the other room. She took the keys from the … Read more

Aryan: Short Story

The boy shivered on my sofa when he heard it. I was relieved. It was time for him to go. His mother had called him for lunch. “Aryan, Aryan,” she howled repeatedly. “Bye,” he said and ran downstairs to his house. Aryan came to my house around 11 AM the next day. This had become … Read more

A Rainy Day: Short Story

On a wet, gloomy, rainy morning, when the alarm rang, Supriya snoozed it again. She pulled the blanket over her ears. A few more snoozes followed. Her eyes sensed a streak of mild sunlight peeping into her bedroom from the window curtains. Though the sun was not seen, that small ray of light on the … Read more

Helmet Uncle: Short Story

Rajappa got ready and put on his helmet. He sat on his bicycle, started riding it, and soon reached the main gate security cabin of Keshav Kunj apartment. He must have been the only person who wore a helmet while riding a bicycle. He never forgot it. He was called Helmet Uncle by the kids … Read more

Feather in the Balcony: Short Story

A few minutes earlier I saw the two of them on the branch of the tree. Right there in front of my balcony. Murmurs. Cooing. One of them nuzzling the other. Some silence. Some song. Singing in the soft drizzle? A swishing of the neckless head to clear the waters after it stopped. More murmurs. … Read more

I am just a Facebook Post: Short Story

I am a Facebook post with 26000 likes and 1972 comments. And I almost forgot, 223 shares. Words and photos don’t count for much nowadays. They were a big deal in the olden days when every word written or spoken meant something. Every photo was looked at, in depth. Look at me. I have a … Read more

Baby on My Back: Short Story

I bent my back and picked up the big grey brick of stone on the ground with my hand. I stood straight and put it on the under-construction layer of bricks and stones in front of me. I felt a soft foot kicking on my back and smiled. I completed what I was doing. The … Read more

Avian Revenge: Short Story

When he joined her back in the nest, he didn’t find her there. He couldn’t find their two eggs too. She was down below patting the soil with tears in her eyes. She had a distinct avian look. Small eyes, pointed beak, fluffed up feathers that had lost all their colour in the grief. The … Read more

The Coach: Short Story

All I ever wanted was one student who would win a medal at the highest level. I got three that day. What more could a coach ask for, you would wonder! All the training days and years I had spent with my talented trio flashed in front of my eyes. The three of them had … Read more

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