Short Stories

We sat crouched behind the banyan tree in our backyard – Devi, my pregnant wife and I. There was an

 She glared at him as she ordered a plate of panipuris. This was their third encounter. “Mine first,” he interrupted.

I reached the Clock Tower at the appointed time. The wind swept streets were deserted and semi lit. My best

My father died when I was 19. It was a dark stormy night and we were having supper, when he

  She doesn’t like me. And to be honest, that hurts. It gnaws at the core of my heart, each

He was 42. Single too and perhaps destined to remain so. The grey that was spreading across his balding pate

We did not talk that day. Dad sat at the back of the bus while Ma and I sat in

You are just where you aren’t meant to be. This place may be home to you but the world beyond

  Sheena  thought I was the culprit. I wondered why. She had always claimed that my eyes look fishy. Her words,

She stared at the beautiful chandelier. She had never ever in her life, seen so much of brightness. Her own