Her Own Story : A Short Story

She stubbed out another cigarette in an already cramped ashtray. Even her ashtray had taken to the city life; cramped yet comforting. She was a storyteller; she always has been. Even in her day jobs, through illustrations in ads and posters, she was able to paint a story that would resonate with the people who…

Arranged : A Short Story

“Arranged marriage? No way in hell!” Lata shrugged off the discussion in one swift blow. “I was just asking for your opinion! Aunty would bring it up someday.” Aditi continued. “You know, we have reached the ‘marriageable’ age.” She couldn’t keep the sarcasm to herself. “What is up with people? Didi is getting married; I…

The Waiting Room : A Short Story

The hustling of trains, the shrieking voice of the Chaiwallah or the constant rumbling of hordes of people, all combined at once – nothing could break her concentration while she was into a book. A woman of almost 50 was lost deep into a paperback, without her knowing the world around and vice versa. It…

Religion, beliefs and coffee : A short story

“Done with the Darshan?”, He asked to start the conversation. “No, I don’t do it.”, She replied with a smile. She already anticipated a follow-up question. “Why?” “I am an atheist.” He was surprised to say the least. He kept on looking at her for more than what is considered as appropriate. In the midst…

A poetic affair : A short story

“Wow! I never knew you are a poet.” She exclaimed reading his bio on Quora. He had answered something about expressions, rhythm and poetry on the Q&A website. He didn’t even remember what he wrote. But that surprise brought a smile to his face as well. “I love poetry. I loved my literature classes due…

Royal Enfield’s Rear Seat : A Short Story

“Wow! That is how bikes should be made. Definitely male.” Pranav exclaimed, watching a new Bajaj Pulsar standing with the shiny round headlights turned his way. Rohan replied with a smile but couldn’t stop the sarcasm from showing. “What’s that? Don’t you like these kinds of bikes?” Pranav was surprised. Everybody in his friend circle…

The Other Side : A Short Story

“Living like a free bird. What a life he must be having!”, he thought, looking at the guy smoking in the balcony of the hotel opposite to my one room flat. “He must have visited more cities on the world than I can imagine, seems like a traveller to me.” He too had the dream…