Stories - Page 4 of 46 - Ranjit Kulkarni

There is this quintessential image of a writer trying to write at his desk but unable to. A pile of...

Swami was fidgeting even before we entered the terminal. The line to get inside stretched across the lobby, people shifting...

There’s a small barber shop near the corner of my street. In fact, a few have popped up over the...

When I entered the café a bit late last week, I saw Swami was staring at his phone like it...

When I feel as if I am under-appreciated and under-read or I am pining for whatever external validation I might...

Swami looked restless even before we sat down at the café. His phone screen was glowing with multiple tabs open....

“Tribhuvansinhji Bapu, my husband’s great grandfather was no ordinary man. During his time, the Raja of Domli got a 9-gun...

When we met last weekend, Swami was staring at his phone as if it had just been delivered the end...

Ping. Ping. Ping-ping-ping. The phone wouldn’t stop buzzing that morning. I glanced at the screen. It was our apartment WhatsApp...