#Quoted: A short story must have…

Writing short stories is like weaving of tales from a single thread of thought. It is an art only the greatest of them like Marquez, Maurier, Chekov, Walker, etc. have mastered. While there is no one way of doing it, there are certain things that can help you go a long way in writing just... Continue Reading →

The Apple Tree: An Excerpt

“She was almost within his reach when he stumbled and fell, his foot twisted underneath him, caught in some obstacle hidden by the snow. He tried to move his foot but it was jammed, and he knew suddenly, by the sharpness of the pain biting his ankle, that what had trapped him was the jagged... Continue Reading →

A Tale of the Withering Mind

On a solitary walk in the park, met this old man, panting after a long hard run. He was taking heavy laboured breaths that, being asthmatic myself, I was all too familiar with. I asked if he needed medical help; he made a sign of the thumb that indicated water. I didn't have any of... Continue Reading →

A Figment of Imagination

It should have been a perfect day. Only it wasn't. It should have been a romantic night. Only it wasn't. After all, all couples fight, isn't it? What's the big deal? So what, if it's an anniversary or a birthday or any damn effing day? Why should it be any different? One can start a... Continue Reading →

For the love of Short Stories!

Reading novels is an addiction. But reading short stories is an obsession! Knitted tightly in a handful of pages, they hold within themselves an inexplicable enigma of wonders; worlds that even mammoth novels fail to behold. The more short stories you devour, the more unceasing an appetite you develop. No? Is it just me? Stephen... Continue Reading →

‘Twas Christmas…

‘Kiss it goodbye,’ mum says. 'You're unbelievable,' I fume. She knows me. I love wallowing in my sorrows. I embrace them tighter than my skin clings to my body. I just cannot forget. And how do you forgive someone who wronged you? When they hurt you intentionally? Mum? She is brilliant at it. Always swearing... Continue Reading →

The Witty Worm

I told the sun - "Shine so bright, that your gaze melts down my worries." Just then, the birds bickered and said - "With your worries, you'll end us all." The sun said - "Go to the wind, it might blow them away for you." I told the wind - "Get so wild that your... Continue Reading →

Men without Women – An Excerpt

I tried to collect fragments of clues as to her whereabouts, in all sorts of places and from all sorts of people. But these were nothing but scraps, assorted bits and pieces. No matter how many you collect, fragments are still just that. Her essence always vanished like a mirage. And from land, the horizon... Continue Reading →

Men without Women – An Excerpt

Kino couldn’t remember now what had led him to sleep with the woman that night. Kino had felt, from the first, that there was something out of the ordinary about her. Something had triggered an instinctive response, warning him not to get involved. And now these cigarette burns on her back. He was basically a cautious... Continue Reading →

The Broken Swing

The girl gripped her mother's finger as the mother started narrating the story. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Forrest…” Her little girl of four loved horror tales. She was surprised that the girl felt no fear listening to creepy tales that would generally freak out kids that age. Mothers resort... Continue Reading →

The Queer Night

Pitch dark it was. Even the midnight shadows had sought shelter. I looked out the window again. Unsure if I really had heard something or just imagined. It had stopped raining. The water-logged street outside filled me with disgust. Rotting garbage swam freely on its surface making it look a massive pool of trash. Don’t... Continue Reading →

The Third Date

(I) 'Are we still strangers?' The message read. It was about five months since we first met on the online book-reading site. Bookish talks, endless discussions on favorite authors, sharing quotes and dialogues, greatly summed up our chat affair. Many times, he broached the topic of meeting in person. In the beginning, I was neither... Continue Reading →

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