• Red Roses of Revenge
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    The florist was rather ludicrous. So uncharitable and callous in his behavior and so unsociable and silent during conversations that he only replied with a nod or a shake of his head or at...

  • Mother

    And when sunlight shone on her face, she looked beautiful and I could not believe she was no longer breathing the vital air. She had retreated into silence, never to be bothered...

  • A promise

    The person who had fallen down the hill was ‘me’. As they brought up the carcass, I glanced at the body. I saw myself dead and my husband could not even budge, seeing me in such a...

  • Prince Samar and Bilraj

    I would stare out of the window for hours, watching how the clouds form different shapes and then disappear. Once I saw a giant elephant with it trunk raised in the air like it was...

  • fiction park
    Passing (or failing) the ‘Iron Gate’

    All want to die an easy death. But fate always strips us of the power of choice. Those who live easily do not die easily. Live free or die hard; one ought to make a...

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    Corncobs and confessions

    I had lied to her about having an older brother. I had done so to avoid giving her the impression that I was a stone-hearted son who didn’t love his parents. That’d mean I was incapable of...

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    Dreamy conversations

    When it’s time for her to sleep, she promises to meet him in her dream. And, the next day, they talk about their meeting in their respective dreams. She says she came to meet him in the...

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    How to kill a guy

    Somebody walking behind them had overheard them. The walls need not have ears when there are so many people around you. Besides they never said anything about walls having...

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    Out of time

    Khem Baaje with his long, wrinkled face walked toward the tap carrying a worn toothbrush with yellow bristles in his hand. He hated coming to the public tap for his daily chores but there...

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    VANISHING

    The road didn’t have hairpin bends but the smallest of turns knocked heads against many...

  • Stalker
    Stalker

    I love entering others’ lives, nudging their doors open in a quiet, noiseless way, being their uninvited, invisible guest. It really puts me on...

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    DREAMS

    What is our elixir of love? Well, it is just plain brewed coffee but maybe I call it so because as I drink in its aroma before taking an actual sip, all those twinkling little stars in the...

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    Changing the world

    It’s strange that I understand the languages of things that do not...