Short Story

The falling star

Jul 24th, 2010 | Category: Short Story

Kiran, an army widow, was almost destitute because of her own wayward lifestyle. But was it necessary for the army wives to avoid her totally?



The hard lesson

Jul 18th, 2010 | Category: Short Story

Like every career oriented young woman, Misti wanted to leave home when offered a promotion in Delhi. But her parents refused to allow her to live alone in the big bad world….



The Teacher’s Pet

Jul 10th, 2010 | Category: Short Story

Teacher Anjana Dasgupta’s favourite student is dead. Was it food poisoning? Does Anjana believe in this theory?



Blessed are my sons

Jul 5th, 2010 | Category: Short Story

Shamim commanded respect in the market - among the merchants and his customers… that was until he met a woman reporter.



Tiladaanamu

Jun 26th, 2010 | Category: Short Story

Eager to protect his grandson, Brahmashree Vedamurthy Subrahmanya Shastri garu - now known as Tiladaanam Subbiah - appealed to numerous priests… in vain. He decided that he alone could save the boy.



The Fig tree stands witness

Jun 19th, 2010 | Category: Short Story

By Shyamal Gangopadhyay
A tale of senior citizens and the care they receive in the autumn of their lives.
Dadamashai passed away when I was a boy. That must be nearly fifty years ago. Today that world is a fairy­tale. The lanes and by-lanes of those days, the conversation, the food … all appear hazy now. […]



Shikar

Jun 12th, 2010 | Category: Short Story

FROM THE dark pit at the bottom of the hill, one by one, they rise. The hair on their heads untouched by oil; around their waists only kaupunis. Group after group, so many people! Nearby, beside the hill, barely visible, their village. Over there, the women of the village going towards the waterfront. And the herds of cattle and goats returning homeward. Supine on the backs of their buffaloes, feet dangling, the young cowherds are being carried home.



Lajjo

Jun 6th, 2010 | Category: Short Story

THE FIRST rays of pure sunlight hit her. She turned around to block the harsh rays from settling on any part of her face. She didn’t like them at all. She would fall asleep again. Soon. Wasn’t she grandpa’s little Kumbhi?
Grandpa. She closed her eyes to think of him. She didn’t have to think for long to feel his soft hair through her fingers, though now it had turned fully silver.



When silence speaks

May 22nd, 2010 | Category: Short Story

Ritu thought she would never see Sudeep again… but fate - and Sudeep - had other plans.



A Pawn

May 16th, 2010 | Category: Short Story

Sharang was shattered when Nupur’s rich family didn’t approve of their alliance, leading to their break-up. While he was intent on moving on, the Mathurs were bent on convincing Sharang to persevere.