• Guilty conscience
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    Keshav’s ethics made him despise the job. He hated it from the core of his heart and was angry that corruption had pervaded each and every corner of the...

  • The Orphan House

    I am just thinking some random thoughts, and these thoughts might not be very appealing to the viewers or readers. You know what they tell you in Painter Uncle’s rule book—that your art...

  • Happiness and trepidation

    She was dying....

  • The Last thing inside Pandora’s box

    As a child Catherine rarely got to sleep with bedtime fables and stories. She was raised by a single...

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    The summer of '99

    As soon as I heard the teacher utter her name, which I found exotic, I looked up and threw a glance at her. She was beautiful. I kept looking at her until she walked across several benches...

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    Rite of passage

    It was first brought into class by Mukesh, the oldest among the kids and bit of a pervert. The graphic paperback with the racy illustrations, available only in shady corners of...

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    The old parchment, music and love

    Consumed by the words on that piece of paper, he could feel something changing inside him. Somehow, he felt connected to the words—with all the sentiments impeccably inscribed by the...

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    The fag end

    Lives definitely changed. And love too changed, drastically. He would often sit on a chair on the veranda, trying to listen to the bird’s chirps but failing to hear anything. He looked...

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    Beyond the veil

    I have always believed that there exists a thin veil between dream and reality. A veil, only just separating the two. And here, I feel the veil between us, between our existing reality and...

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    Time

    Through the window one couldn’t see its entire features, but there was one thing that could be discerned easily: the clock didn’t respond to the time of the day—it lay still, clinging to...

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    Gone with the wind

    Her parents' room's door squeaked open. Her father, she could see, was opening the main door to let someone enter. Sanu couldn't exactly make out who the person was, but the jingling of...

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    Red Roses of Revenge

    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...