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Ashes to ashes

So there I was, between a rock and a hard place, I believe, as the saying goes. Now any smart, sour chap would go straight to his parents for help, but me, well I ain’t sour and definitely a

I see myself in you

After thinking about it for a long time, I was at a standstill, questioning myself if it would be an appropriate idea to write a story even without knowing how it all started.

The Lady of the Flowers

That night I dreamed of the lady in white. The lady of the flowers. Cigarette in one hand, a lyre in the other. She offered it to me. Said, come with me. Leave this place. We can find ...

The baton swinger

We started playing the composition right from the start. The violin players played their notes, coordinating with the movement of Tilak ji’s hand, and they went along well. But again, one of

The leftover jalebis

Munna may not even know the difference between a father and a grandfather, for he doesn’t remember his father. Munna was just six months old when his father left

2500 AD

It had become my daily routine to pick a rose from my garden full of genetically engineered flowers and move around the city in search of my lady love. But even after a year of searching, I

The Fair

Inside, waves after waves of humans, all in shackles, moved round and round and round big hillocks formed out of what looked like calcified remains of huge piles of debris, the kind that one

Soothing Symphonies

He would have gone to the doctor that very moment had he not been playing that night. But he was the only harmonium player they had, and he could never refuse playing for them, for the Godde


What difference was there for her then? She had been ‘serving’ her partner all those years just like she was serving now—only the names given to the same task were different

Ascending to the sky

Samar went slowly, counting his steps, towards the statue. As Ram had predicted, there were a few coins lying around the statue. Samar was terribly scared. But he knelt down in front of the

The Cleaning Man

Maybe, I thought, he would look at them and wonder about the invisible paths up in the air that would take him to the lush green, to the valleys where he walked up and down all the time. He


Things went from bad to worse as Dhanmaya resorted to silence after that day. She only spoke when spoken to, and that too very little. A forlorn expression made a permanent fixture on her fa

Story of a character

She was, it turned out, a diligent student of art. After that initial meeting, my friendship with her started to deepen. Within a short span, we started to become very close. Our chats and m

The Arabian Dream

After returning from Al Ismailia for the first time, the only face that I could remember was yours. I remembered you not because you were the most beautiful amongst the Al Ismailia girls. I

A great storyteller

He had a favourite chair, the one made of bamboo cane, where he used to sit whenever he wanted me to listen to his stories.