Category Archives: Short Stories

In Order To Live

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“Don’t you hate her, the underhand, deceitful back- stabber!” “Don’t talk of her that way! No, I don’t hate her. Why should I?” “Do I have to tell you why?! !!” “Why are you so livid with her?” “I just don’t understand you! How can you take it so lightly?!” “I can take it lightly because I know why she… Read more »

Woe Be Unto Me! (Three 55 Fictions)

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The spelling of soap is s-o-a-p not s-o-p-e. So watt? The spelling is wrong! Who cares? Yoeu still understod, didn’t youe? Why can’t you bother to remember the correct spelling of words?! You aren’t even dyslexic! Watt can a few alphabets here or three mater? Oh, really?! Yes.  Stp being such a grammar nazi! ***      *** Apostrophe ‘s’ is used… Read more »

Happily Ever After (Conclusion)

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He relived those periods of his life as he stood looking out of the window. Today too he got the uncanny feeling that he was being directed, as if he was just following a script with no power to change a single comma. He felt rebellion rise within him in a furious tide. This was ridiculous! He was a man… Read more »

Happily Ever After (I)

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The window was open. Sneha sat at her desk by the window. A neat stack of blank pages lay in front of her, held together by a tattered clipboard. Her favorite fountain pen with its blue- grey ink lay unopened on top of the virginal sheets. The sheets fluttered once in a while in the balmy warm- cool air of… Read more »

Out of the Blue (Conclusion)

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Continued from Out of the Blue (I) Today we began by talking of rain. With monsoon just round the corner, we were both behaving like giddy school kids on the verge of the two month summer holidays. The glee in our voice would have been obvious to anyone. Monsoon is very personal to both of us. It’s a very us… Read more »

Out of the Blue (I)

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Anup called today after a long gap today. I don’t even remember how long it had been since we talked last. Our hellos barely over, the first thing I said to myself was, “He wants to talk for a long time today.” The sentence came out of the blue. It was triggered by nothing whatsoever, as always. I don’t know… Read more »

Of Apples And Applesauce (Concluding Part)

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…Continued from Of Apples and Applesauce (II) After almost an hour of an intense, unending debate, Adarsh was fed to the teeth with the whole thing. He was standing alone against a seminar hall full of people- all against him. Even his wife didn’t support him. He was despondent and glum. He begged to be allowed to withdraw from the… Read more »

Of Apples And Applesauce (II)

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Continued from Of Apples and Applesauce (I) “Okayyyy Adarsh! Before I begin asking you the questions, I should give you a word of warning. Please be very accurate in your answers. Reply only to the question being asked with as much brevity as possible. Your brevity and accuracy are very, very important. Ready? Here goes: what was on the plate?”… Read more »

Of Apples and Applesauce (I)

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The huge seminar hall was packed to capacity. The three-day seminar hosted an illustrious list of speakers. The last session of the third day was about to begin. It was as if all the speakers of the past two days had been priming the attendees for this session. The excitement was feverish; the anticipation was palpable. The seminar attendees sat… Read more »

Two Little Girls

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The story is old but timeless, as all good stories must be. There was nothing distinguishing, let alone spectacular, about those two girls. They lived in houses opposite each other. They studied in the same school, in the same class. They went to school by the same school bus. They both loved to read. Well, the last was more or… Read more »