She found him huddled under the rickety wooden platform, on which she was performing. After the performance as she was cleaning the stage, she bent down to pick up her silver anklet which had come loose, she saw him. He was looking at her in fear and hunger from his sleepy eyes. The woman cajoled…
Category: Short Story
House of Recipes
One day he stopped breathing, just like that. It was a gray morning, dark clouds hovered around the village as if they had come together to pay their obeisance. The old woman who came daily to clean the house, discovered his lifeless body under the neatly tucked mosquito net. There was a smile on his…
The Promise and the Djinn
His family came in from the other side of the border during the great divide of our country. they found a modest 2 room apartment at chandni chowk to stay. As the head of the family he had to provide for his large family who had left their belongings, fortune, success and friendships which was…
Fragmented Memories
I once had a distant cousin, beautiful She danced, gracefully years passed, I am thirty now other day, she telephoned to meet, I declined I had preserved her, as my diva she insisted, came she limped, my memories shattered A story told to me by a bookseller about his beautiful cousin)
Sunhari
It was late in the evening, when he came home along with nanaji. Nanaji would often get visitors to our home and naniji would serve endless trays of snacks and tea. The house was an open house. We had students,activists, local politicians, villagers, policewalah and other important sort of people walking in and out of…