Short Story

By Nasiruddin Hamid A night wrapped in misery and melancholic void in deep black sky which was stretched to the infinitive depth. Night...

By Nasiruddin Hamid In Gaza, between the smoke and the deadly hum of guns and bombs, stood the skeletal remains of a hospital. Its...

By Nasiruddin Hamid It was a gloomy little apartment, more like a hotel room, with one bed and a small, old-fashioned window near the...

By Sukumar Ruj The car was speeding along very swiftly, but the mind wanted to move ahead with even greater rapidity. A remote could...

By Sukumar Ruj Mr. B-ten with his fingertip touches the button of the electronic dashboard of his Husukai car. The speed of the car comes...

By Prince Kumar The rain should have brought relief, but it came with an emptiness inside you. The doctor fled after the mother died,...

By Moleboheng Lesenyeho There was once a girl who loved dry things. Crisp leaves. Cracked ground. Calloused hearts. She touched them...

By Sukumar Ruj Since you want to hear about the matter in details, let me begin. Almost at the edge of retirement I wanted to marry. Not...

By Sukumar Ruj At the time Tanima had said, ‘You make the down payment, I will take care of the instalments.’  Atanu looked questioningly...

By Sonali Kar The pale, dusty mirror had captured a gleeful reflection after months of neglect. Meera was unusually joyful today. Her...

By Dibyendu Maiti  It is a story of a little boy named Sajit who lived with his parents in Pak occupied Kashmir. It was a small village...

By Dibyendu Maiti ‘’Don’t touch my mother. I’ll kill you, brute. Leave her………I’ll stab you.’’ Fani thundered. He frantically tried to...

By S Kunaal Jaiswal The sun beat down, a relentless hammer on the earth, as Shreyansh, Dollar, and Rudra  became one with the sugarcane...

By Stanley Coutinho Forty years, give or take, and he could still see her, traipsing up the rough drive-way. A quick shower and change...

By Prabir Kumar Datta “Do you mean ghost? No, No. I don’t believe in those bullshits.” Rony told in a defiant tone. But the man is not...

By Prabir Kumar Datta The vast office building in the industrial park at the outskirts of the city was almost empty when Neil left his...

By Prabir Kumar Datta The winter afternoon was declining quickly with the scarlet sun creating a fresco of colorful clouds on the western...

By Prabir Kumar Datta I was driving the tourist bus silently as usual along the hilly road through the forest. The road was very much...

By Prabir Kumar Datta As the wall clock struck eleven Bob closed his novel and got up for a glass of water. It was such an interesting...

By Likyabeni Kikon Rain slithered down the glass panes like remorse refusing to let go. Flashes of light from a dozen media cameras lit...