Short Stories

I placed the paper boat that I had made, on the sand. Dad had once told me that if I

Sharan, Akki and I Sharan and I met each other for the first time outside the office building. We had

A ceasefire had been declared and negotiations were to follow. Everyone knew the drill – talks, accords, an impasse and

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