Wednesday, April 16, 2014 09:01 PM
  • In love, again
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    Different. This was how it really was this time around. The feeling, though fleeting, was refreshing, something very unlike all that I had experienced...

  • Autumn leaves

    Every time the seconds hand reaches the dent, motion for two seconds. I find it amusing, the stopping of time, or so I like to...

  • So much for sharing experiences

    If looks could kill, Krish would have been a dead man. ‘Why did I even start this thing?’ he lamented in his mind as he searched for a way to reduce the kids’...

  • Molotov cocktail

    It had all begun a few days ago. Khanda Devi High School and Durga MaBi had defeated six other teams participating in the annual Kamalamaai Inter-school Cup Football Tournament to compete...

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    I miss my friend

    I am a working woman. I deal with men at work, and on my way to and from work....

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    Back from hell

    Something moves on the pyre. The few chunks of wood that have been laid over the body fall to the ground. As the very air begins to chill, the dead body awakens. Revived and living, it sits...

  • Fiction Park
    The alley

    The darkness was overwhelming. I took my cellphone out for light and started walking. Pity, it didn’t have a torch or a flashlight app. The only other light was coming from the curtained...

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    The Artist

    I am sitting quietly on my wooden rocker....

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    Motti didi ko bhatti

    Motti didi’s soup was to die for, and so was her 15-year-old daughter. Drivers and khalasis would slurp the soup while drooling over the daughter. She was ripening and she was...

  • Mist fading

    He will agree to let you read some of the stories he wrote after all the coaxing and pledging you will do. There will be a story that will read like nothing you have read in a long, long...

  • Loneliness

    Time and circumstance separated us, and it was at the moment of our separation that I realised I had no control over my life. Life has its own way, its own flow and rhythm. We are nothing...

  • Rainbow above the house

    As a child Pareet loved to eat, especially dairy products. He was also very fond of...