Short Story

By Likyabeni Kikon The forest was eerily silent, save for the dry crackle of fireflies flickering among the trees. A soft wind stirred...

By Jerry I saw her, standing at the bus stop, waiting for the rain to stop..  The anticipation in her eyes was so innocent, she kept...

By Bineet Dwivedy The alleyways of Varanasi are ancient. Twisting labyrinths of stone and dust, carrying the whispers of those who have...

By Bineet Dwivedy Viraj Sen prided himself on being a rational man. A top-tier executive in one of India's leading tech firms, he thrived...

By Bineet Dwivedy When Anirudh Sharma , a respected architect in Bangalore, walked into the custom mirror boutique , he sought nothing...

By Bineet Dwivedy The bus cut through the mountain road, its headlights piercing the fading dusk. The passengers—twenty in total—sat...

By Bineet Dwivedy Under the dim glow of London’s streetlights, the rain clung to the asphalt like a veil of secrecy, masking the horrors...

By Biren Sasmal The news spread like wildfire.  The marriage ceremony of Hiramoni’s elder son Paltu, may be the grandest—with the...

By Arpita Kapila Arya used to be this famous podcaster everyone was obsessed with. But then, out of nowhere, she just disappeared. No one...

By Tulsi Chhetry अरे मैं तो कहती हूं कसाई बाड़े में भी अब उतर ही जाते हैं , वैसे भी जांघो, पुट्ठों के गोश्त का भाव बंद कमरों में लगाते ही...

By Sweta Dash The rain had been falling for twelve days when the clock in my living room broke. I watched as the storm rolled in off the...

By Srushti Kulkarni The street was bizarrely empty, and it had turned dark. Maybe it was evening time. Khushi felt a spine-chilling...

By Parnalekha Mishrra Paul Ila and Kartik had been married for 3 years. Ila was a housewife and Kartik, an employee at a bank. They had...

By A.J.R. Mennon DAWN         Will you wake up today? Isn’t it time to brush your teeth and bathe and light the incense and make the tea?...

By Susan Zare Somewhere beyond the vast river streams that breathed life into dry land, and past the towering redwoods that stretched...

By Rebecca Susan John The room has four walls, ceiling black and the floor with white tiles. The only source of light is a bulb hanging...

By Shobhit Gupta In colourland, various people lived peacefully. There were communities of people with the primary colours of blue, red,...

By Zenas H. Upputuru Coffee didn’t take the pandemic-regulated twenty seconds to wash his hands; in an exhausted, child-like burst of...

By Divyanshi Solanki कहीं कोई ख्वाब था मुझ में  जो शायद अब मर गया है कोई छोटा बच्चा खिलखिलाता था जो अब जिंदगी से डर गया है ये कैसी बेचैनी...

By Tanushree Ghosh Adhikary 'দিব্যি আছি', সুনীল গঙ্গোপাধ্যায়ের কবিতার মতো।  তুমিও তোমার মতো দিব্যি আছো। মনে পড়ার গল্পে আজ আর যাব না। ভুলত...