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Short Story

Annual ritual, then alone again

Oct 8th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

Aaji-Bai had visitors. The little ones in the family has so much to teach them…



The Meeting, Short and Fleeting

Oct 1st, 2011 | Category: Short Story

A retired pilot is visited by a strange woman who wanted to know about bird hits…



After seven long years

Sep 24th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

By Sheela Jaywant
It seemed like the gods were finally smiling on the land. A rich harvest, high water levels… It seemed like a good year.
IT MUST have been around three in the afternoon because my son had already had his lunch and had sat down to do his homework. His school-timings were from seven […]



Primeval

Aug 20th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

By Manik Bandopadhyay
In the love triangle between three beggars - Bhiku murders his fellow beggar, Bashir to win over his love, Panchi.
Abeggar woman begged at the mouth of the bazaar. She was still young with a supple body, but had a thick, slimy, jelly-like sore on one leg from the knee down to […]



Primeval

Aug 13th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

A fugitive, Bhiku was forced to move away from his village. How would he survive?



As good as a mile

Aug 6th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

Tushar was caught in his job as lab technician. He was meant for bigger things in life. He just didn’t know what they were.



Ravi Thumkar’s Widow

Jul 30th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

Was Anita a hard-hearted wife? Or just a woman who’d been through too much suffering?



A Monsoon Story

Jul 23rd, 2011 | Category: Short Story

When his wife failed to show up to help him at work, Marcus began to worry.



On The River Bank

Jul 16th, 2011 | Category: Short Story

Little Unni was playing when a dragon fly caught his eye. Unni caught a cobra’s eye…



The Jasmine Bower

Jul 1st, 2011 | Category: Short Story

By Saurabh Kumar Chaliha
The narrator was enthralled by the house with the jasmine creeper and was determined to find the owners.
LOOKS VERY odd indeed - the old, single-storied Assam-type house, shrivelled in the thick cluster of the tall concrete structures. Looking diffident, as it were, with all its doors and windows closed. Unsightly in […]