The Crying Mannequin

*Warning: Disturbing content* A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. And what about one who wants to dye her hair? Is that a step ahead in the encyclopedia of rebellions? Is that a league apart from normal revolutions? She mused. This was a challenge to herself. To the conservative girl... Continue Reading →

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Birthday Girl: Book Review by Asha Seth

REVIEW AVAILABLE ON: INSTAGRAM | GOODREADS | AMAZON Author: Haruki Murakami| Genre: Short Stories | Pages: 48 One rainy Tokyo night, a waitress’s uneventful twentieth birthday takes a strange and fateful turn when she’s asked to deliver dinner to the restaurant’s reclusive owner.  Birthday Girl is a beguiling, exquisitely satisfying taste of master storytelling, published to celebrate Murakami’s 70th birthday. Usually, I pick up Murakami... Continue Reading →

Belongings of Buried Longings

It was an extraordinary autumn morning. He’d lived in the city for nine years now but it had never rained this time of the year. Today, however, a soft shower bathed the city. He was not particularly fond of rains. But the cool drizzles were a welcome change in the autumn heat. And well, it... 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 Crescent Scar – A Short Story

That evening, Eleanor seemed to be preoccupied. She was walking ahead of me. From my vantage point, I could see the back of her skull etched in the backdrop of the amber sky. I knew better than to ask what was bothering her. Because it was Eleanor. The Hot-headed Eleanor. The Strange Eleanor. And I... Continue Reading →

The Rotten Secret – A Short Story

"I want go to your father. I want to be with him. Can you understand that?" Harry stared at his mother. "Harry, there is something I have to tell you. Your father, he didn't die from a car crash. He was killed. I killed him." He looked up at her. Harry realised he hadn't blinked... Continue Reading →

Finish the Story: A Collaboration with Tanmay Jain

Dear readers, I guess I have something interesting up for you guys. When Tanmay from Bookinton asked me if I would like to participate in his 'Finish the Story' collaboration, I was not only excited but anxious too. Excited because, well, who doesn't like to devote time toward something they love to do and anxious... Continue Reading →

A Shooting Star – A Short Story

Once upon a time, somewhere in the vast open sky, an assembly was summoned. The biggest and brightest of stars took the senior positions in the assembly. Then the smaller stars took to lower rungs and the meeting commenced. Speculation was rife that the moon; who had conveniently chosen to stay away from the meeting... Continue Reading →

#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 →

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